Our first date was wonderful: exploring the Natural History Museum, laughing over chicken parm, and sharing gelato in the July heat. Just one twist - after another dozen lookalike garages and a few too many "This looks familiar, right?" moments, we realized D.C. has an unreasonable number of Colonial Parking garages. What could've been a frustrating end to the night turned into something better: Alec, cheerful and patient, roaming the blocks with Taylor, both of us sweaty, laughing, and strangely certain we'd remember this night forever. We finally found the car - and each other.