We're getting married!

We went to high school together; probably passed each other in the halls hundreds of times. He had thick, curly hair. He hung out with the bad kids and I was in a totally different crowd. He was shy. I distinctly remember him as being identified as one of "the Masciarelli twins". Fast forward to 2011. One spring night, probably around 1:00 AM, I received a private message on Facebook. The message read, "Lindsay Gallentine!!!! What's up?". I answered, kind of intrigued, because we had never actually spoken before. He was drunk (which is so hard to comprehend, as I can't even remember the last time I've seen Mike with a drink in his hand) and I fell asleep after a while. Then I woke up and he was still there. We exchanged messages for days. He finally worked up the nerve to ask me out on what most would definitely not consider a date. We went to Riser's. Those of you from Connellsville will understand the humor in this. We had a few drinks then sat in the car in his parents' drive way until 6:00 AM eating Philly cheese steak subs from Sheetz. The rest, my friends, is history.