They were neighbors, living across the street from one another. One, a flannel wearing Phish lover with an optimistic outlook on everything, who fancied late nights, live music and whiskey. The other, a girl who wore her leopard loafers like the badge of honor they were, loved analyzing everything, reading and day drinks. Jordan always thought they caught eyes, but she didn't wear her much needed glasses outside when she'd be reading outside, sunbathing or hanging out with her friends on her front lawn. She had no idea who he was. One day, she went in for a beer at his place of work - he looked at her ID and said "Hi, you live on Weston Street. I'm your neighbor." She quickly thought "What the hell? Then wait, that's cute - he's cute." They bumped into each other a lot after that. She wore her glasses. Eventually she asked him out for a drink at the Daily Planet. She made him wait for her. He was "reading" a newspaper when she walked in, which he later admitted he was nervously skimming. Spoiler alert, the man does not read for pleasure. One drink turned into 5 or 6 and the next thing they knew it was 2am. They went to separate and laughed upon realizing they were both walking the same way (d'oh neighbors). They kept talking, hanging out, meeting one another's friends - until one day he asked her if she'd be his girlfriend. The rest is really cute history.