This is Meg's POV: My uncle had just passed away. I had broken up with a long term boyfriend one month prior to that. You can imagine that I was feeling... not great. The week that my Uncle Leslie passed away is kind of a blur, but I do remember this day. I woke up knowing where I had to go and what I had to witness, and I was not pleased. I get to my cousins' house and we all saddle up to go to the funeral--we (the fam) were hanging out in one of the back rooms of the funeral home. They had put out these REALLY old chairs and the man in charge told us not one of them has broken in like 50 years or something crazy like that. Guess what happened. One dumped Wade (Uncle Leslie's roommate in college and close CLOSE friend) right out on to the floor right as we ended the prayer with "Amen". Earlier that morning, Mom had heard "Three Little Birds" on shuffle on her music. People were experiencing all these "signs" from my uncle and I was left feeling like I shouldn't be this upset that I didn't get one--but I was. I got home that night and was talking to my mom about it. We walked outside on to the back porch and my mom said, "well go ahead and ask for your sign then so you'll know what it is." As a reply to her, I remember raising my hands to the sky, looking up, and shouting, "send me a man, Leslie! SEND ME A MAN!" Two days later I met Drew. Two weeks later, I was dating my future husband. Two years later I am just as happy with him as I was in the first two weeks. He told me he wasn't going to change and he wasn't going to go anywhere. He was right.

I was lonely-- so I turned to the only reasonable solution I could find-- Tinder. After a month of searching and "Tinder tornadoing" (it's a thing, look it up), I decided to get picky and I swiped right on this cute blonde who mentioned hockey in her bio. As a former player (and soon to be pro broadcaster) I was interested. She matched me. After reading further down about this cutie, I found out she was a book-lover, so I asked her, "What's your favorite book?" and so that chat began. We made it exactly 4 minutes before I discovered that this woman was flawed-- a Boston Red Sox fan and an East Carolina student (soon to be graduate). But I saw through the purple haze and baseball impurities and found a sweet, fun and gorgeous girl-- but we were 50 miles apart with not a lot of ways to meet up. I had been assigned to cover the Campbell baseball game in Buies Creek on March 2 and I didn't realize how close the Creek was to this girl. So I did the reasonable thing and invited her to the nearest restaurant between our locations-- the Bojangles at McGee's Crossroads. So there we were at a Bojangles at 10:30 at night- she looked nervous. She stared at me while I talked-- I resorted to interview tactics to elicit some form of speech from her rose pink lips... it wasn't happening. She said maybe ten sentences... maybe. I knew our date was wearing thin-- it was the day before my birthday and I had a party to get to, but I wanted to celebrate with this girl right her. She was intriguing and I liked her for her. We sat down in her car and fireworks. I kissed her and my world was on fire (yes friends... that's why I was late to my own party). Her world was also on fire... like this is uncomfortable, douse me already fire though. After we kissed we said goodbye and I believe we were both convinced that we would never see each other again... but she had faith in me and after some convincing we went out three days later. There weren't many reservations after that.