Kerry and I were probably meant to be together. Our relationship started in the most romantic way imaginable: I came across her Hinge profile during a bathroom break at work. She accepted my “swipe right” during a two hour wait to get in to a night club, even though the only interests listed on my dating app profile were Hyundai and grammar. At our first date, we learned about each other. Kerry was about to run her first marathon and finishing up her masters. She claimed that I was the first Hinge date she had ever been on. I told her I was an entrepreneur, and that I lived in a very impressive apartment in South Boston. I was about 2” shorter than she expected, but she stayed for a second and third beer anyway. I’m still the same height, and she’s still sticking with me. We’ve been rained on in Seattle, stranded by snowstorms in DC, and rerouted to Oklahoma City. She supported my crazy plan to start a company, and I helped her commit when she finally found our dream house. Our love has grown stronger and stronger with every trip and stumble, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her.