Staying true to the millennial nightmares that we are, you won't be surprised that we met on a dating app. But not just one dating app... two different apps, months and months apart. We first matched on Bumble and began chatting for several days. After a few days, Joe went MIA and I thought it was just another dead end app conversation. Joe popped back up in my messages several days later to explain what had happened: he was headbutted at the bro-y-est bar in Arlington and was concussed in the process. That was when I knew... that he definitely wasn't for me and I promptly deleted our connection. Several months later, on another app, I saw Joe's profile and sent him a message (it was a slow month and app dating is a numbers game). Joe responded with an enthusiastic "Are we actually going to meet this time?1?!" and we made plans to meet a few days later. For our first date, we met at a bar that had a lot of games and activities, a very Joe pick. I was a few minutes late and upon arrival Joe proceeded to loudly (because he has one volume) heckle me and give me grief, which I secretly really appreciated. After we ordered drinks, Joe engaged his secret weapon: 80's trivia cards he smuggled in with him. If you know me well, you know I love and retain endless amounts of useless facts and have a deep love for 80s/90s pop culture (hello I have a dog named Slash for a reason!). Needless to say, we sort of hit it off and have been together ever since. We don't have a traditional love story in the slightest bit. Technology is how we met, and a tiny goldendoodle puppy brought us together. Joe says he knew once he got my message on Hinge that he was going to marry me, but I didn't know I wanted that until I saw how much he loved and cared for Slash. So after less than a year, 19 Marvel movies, 8 weeks of crate training, 5 road trips, and 1 engagement on the fly, we are getting married.