We were introduced by Mr. Rubber International 2017. At a housewarming party in Bushwick where the host wore a full-latex, skin-tight gladiator suit, Greg and Mandi bonded over mutual ignorance of niche fetishes. Their mutual friend (who would go on to reach international acclaim representing the rubber community) introduced them to the world of rubber and to one another. They talk all night long. When Mandi called her Uber home, Greg hacked her phone and got in the same ride with her. That's how he got her number, and that's how our story begins.
It was a chilly night in the Catskills and Mandi had a little too much champagne. She excused herself to the ladie room, for a concerning amount of time. When she finally emerged Greg got on one knee before she could escape again. Neither Greg nor Mandi remembers exactly what he said, but they remember exactly how they felt when the entire restaurant erupted in cheers.