OH-I DO

According to Jen: Marc and I always talk about how close our story was to not being written. We were the same major for all four years at Ohio State, took the same classes and even ran in similar circles. We didn’t meet, however, until my last semester of school when I made a routine stop into UDF on 12th and High St. I saw Marc working there over the course of that semester, and he would affectingly become known as UDF guy to my close friends. And then he suddenly disappeared in what I thought was my last month living in Columbus. I was sad for a couple of minutes, wished UDF the best in his future endeavors, bought a milkshake and got over it. Imagine my surprise when on senior crawl, Marc and I lock eyes as a bartender hands me a Miller High Life. I nervously whisper “Oh god that’s him. That’s UDF guy…” to my friend Dani, and life hasn’t been the same since. According to Marc: Jen stalked me at UDF. I kissed her hand at TOO’s and got her number. We’re getting married now.