Not every high school freshman shares the same ambition. For Margie, freshman year was about patiently waiting to remove her braces, positing herself to someday be yearbook Editor, and maintaining the friendships and morals imparted by City Day School while walking Latin’s high school halls. Jordy – believing he lived in a John Hughes movie – spent his days plotting the path to be effortlessly cool and his nights waiting for an elusive text, the one that would finally invite him to the party at that junior’s house. As readers of this love story are sure to guess, one half of our titular couple was more successful in achieving their goals than the other. And so, coming into sophomore year with hopes achieved and dreams dashed (respectively), the pair happened upon one another. Narratives compete regarding when Margie and Jordy first truly met, but all stories agree that their most consequential early interaction came the summer after freshman year on North Avenue Beach, a 20-minute walk from the upcoming wedding venue. Margie and Jordy exchanged pleasantries and bantered that night, beginning a dance around one another that traversed instant messages, furtive glances in the sophomore lounge, and the “will they, won’t they” tension canonical to high school love. Ultimately, Jordy and Margie’s sophomore summer kiss incited a year of romance that crescendoed when the pair attended junior prom, 35 years after Jordy’s parents did the same. They drew on the experience of 100 collective bar mitzvahs to perfect their slow dance. After the peak of prom, the relationship fizzled and Margie and Jordy found themselves on opposite coasts for college. The pair, though, still found ways to bridge the gap: they had monthly phone calls, characterized by Margie’s desire to delay Art History homework and Jordy’s hunger to remind her that he was playing college football. Upon graduation, our duo extended their undergraduate experiences into New York. Margie’s Murray Hill apartment – sitting in the city’s mecca of recent college grads – was populated with Emory roommates, with more friends living nearby. Jordy built his own downtown dorm, rooming with 6 humans, 1,000 bed bugs, and 2 bathrooms. Perhaps it’s this tie to their college selves that caused Margie and Jordy to avoid referring to their weekly movie excursions as “dates.” Rather, the pair spent every Sunday in a New York theater brushing arms as “friends.” The first movie they saw together was literally a high school love story. Realizing they both spent the week looking forward to Sundays at the Regal Union Square, Margie and Jordy decided that they were "dating," and – six years and 80 theatrical excursions later – they are excited to tie the knot. Though Margie and Jordy do have some competing ideas about the wedding (how salacious this love story should be, for instance), usually their ambitions converge more often than they diverge. Chief among those convergences is that they cannot wait to get married and dance the night away with family and friends on December 10th.