Like many great stories, ours started at work. He was technically my boss (don’t worry, HR was cool with it), and I was three years older — something I’ll never let him forget. What started as small talk turned into hours of chatting, and the spark really hit when we bonded over his personal rewrite of the ending of Season 8 of Game of Thrones. I still think his version was way better. From there, things just fell into place. Our first date was supposed to be simple — dinner and good conversation — but he ended up meeting half of my family that same night. He handled it like a champ, and somehow didn’t run away. After that, it was pretty much history. Who knew that a TV show debate and an unplanned family introduction would lead us here?