T'was the night before Thanksgiving Eve in 2016.... Josh Dinsmore invited Leslie to go out and about in KC to all of the finest dive bars. She politely declined telling him that she had a 6am flight to Chicago the next morning. Whilst scrolling through her Instagram feed in the airport, she saw the previous evening's debauchery and spotted a handsome wallflower sitting in the background of one of Josh's many (so, so many) posts. She zoomed in on his left hand and there was no ring. Hot Dog! Off to snapchat! She fell head over heels for his brooding swagger and she won't embarrass herself by telling you how many times she replayed the snaps. The night of Thanksgiving dinner, she showed the picture to the ladies in her family, most notably her late grandmother Kitty, and said, "I've got a good feeling about this one." The first date was set for Friday at The Antler Room but they had both already waited 35 years for "The One" so it was rescheduled to Monday.

For two people with the travel bug, a weekend away in Seattle didn't seem out of the ordinary. Jeremy was offered a condo on Lake Union from Dunham Cellars and decided to make it Leslie's 37th birthday trip. They wandered the streets of Capitol Hill, questioned if the grass was spray painted black at the Chihuly exhibit, and stood at the base of the Space Needle vehemently refusing to pay $35 to take an elevator to the top. Jeremy made sure Leslie got to smile at her favorite creatures, otters ("The dogs of the sea!!!"), which was very much worth $35. Dinner was at AQUA on the Puget Sound. After the tab was settled and a bottle of Dunham Cellars Syrah was purchased for what was supposed to be a celebratory nightcap, Jeremy asked Leslie to take a long walk on the short pier. This was where it was going to happen. It was going to be so perfect. So romantic. So memorable. A story for the ages. But then the "Father and Son Fountain" incident happened. This controversial fountain was not going to escape the wrath of Leslie's lewd critique. "Will you marry me?" became "Please stop swearing." At that very moment, their mom-van Uber came around the bend on two wheels like a bat out of hell. The hipster driver opened the automatic side door and greeted Jeremy and Leslie with his own colorful commentary on the fountain. They talked politics on the ride home and Jeremy's plan had been thwarted. Leslie barreled through the door of their condo yelling, "Let's put on our comfy pants!" Jeremy had had enough of Leslie's meddlesomeness and got down on one knee to do the only thing he could to shut her up...