We were both friends with Mark, and the Bunker, or Mark's house, was the place to be on the weekends. We would show up to the Bunker every weekend our Senior fall semester at Duke for a night of games and Mark's DJ skills. Noah and I argue over who made the first move (it was definitely me), but that doesn't matter. Soon we were talking constantly, going on dinner dates for Calzones, and my friends were asking me who the "handsome 35-year-old looking guy" was on my social media. The rest is history.