We're getting married!

Gather ‘round, for the slightly chaotic, absolutely meant-to-be love story of Matt and Brie. 👑✨ Once upon a time (middle school, to be exact), Brie was dating Matt’s neighbor. And in what scholars now consider a pivotal romantic foreshadowing moment, she launched a remote control… directly into Matt’s stomach. Why? We may never know. Was it necessary? Probably not. Was it fate? Absolutely. Fast forward a few years, and the universe, clearly committed to the bit, reunited them under one very glamorous college roof at Monmouth University. The setting? A house that carried delicate notes of beer and regrettable decisions. Matt spots Brie descending the stairs like a princess entering the ballroom. Time freezes. Choirs sing. Hearts appear in his eyes. He makes his way over and delivers this gem: “Hey! How’s cheerleading going?” Brie, cool as ever: “Oh, I don’t cheer anymore.” And off she went… toward a keg stand. A queen of modern times. Later that night, destiny brought them face-to-face at the beer pong table. Not as partners, oh no, but as opponents. On the line? A wildly lavish $8 gift card to P.F. Chang's. Brie, motivated by her lifelong love of food, was all in. Matt pulled out the win (he reminds us often), but the real prize was the conversation that followed. Now this wasn’t a Cinderella situation. No instant fireworks. Just days of carefully timed Instagram likes and elite-level long-game strategy. Until one brave day, Matt slid into Brie’s DMs and asked her out to spend his glorious winnings at P.F. Chang’s. And the rest? Well… you’re on this website, aren’t you? Moral of the story: sometimes true love begins with a flying remote, an $8 gift card, and a perfectly timed DM.💕