For our first date, Mike picked me and my dog, Rudder, up during a five-hour layover at DIA. Yes—our first date happened in the middle of an airport layover. But what truly sealed the deal wasn’t the spontaneity or the miles traveled—it was that Mike showed up prepared, complete with dog treats for Rudder. Any man who wins over the dog is worth a second date. That second date came soon after, when Mike stayed with me in Bozeman for ten days. Somewhere between long conversations, everyday moments, and making a new place feel like home together, we realized this was more than just a great first impression. The rest, as they say, is history—and we can’t wait to keep writing it together.