The first time Braden and I met was at the University of Indianapolis student center. We were both getting food (our favorite way to spend time together now) and stood next to each other. Our first words exchanged were the most awkward, as we both just said “hey.” Eventually, I was headed to the dining hall with my roommate, Taylor, for wing Friday. Boy, was that a bad choice. Braden joined and sat with me as I ate my wings like a mad woman. Dad always said to never eat on the first date… I guess I was so nervous that I hit my elbow on the table and my fork fell out of my hand and onto the dining hall carpet… I don’t know if he felt bad for me or if he thought that was cute, but he then asked for my number and there started our story. Of course, Braden couldn’t let me get by so smoothly. Before we left the dining hall, he asked me if I was going to pick up the fork… that still had a wing attached to it. I turned so red and casually shrugged my shoulders and said “yeah” and walked out so fast before I could embarrass myself even more. I guess I have that buffalo wing to thank for giving me my first boyfriend and soon to be husband, who now I make laugh every day.