Our story began one night at our now favorite music venue, Rockwood Music Hall, in the Lower East Side of Manhattan. We both happened to be there supporting different friends in the same band and caught eyes a few times during the show. When the band finished, our group of friends congregated in the back bar enjoying a drink and congratulations on a great show. While Ryan and a friend stood against the wall chatting about how there was no way he'd have a chance with her, Megan's liquid courage kicked in and called him over, quelling anymore guessing. Cartoonishly, Ryan then looked behind him, thinking she was calling to someone else. After meeting and having some flirtatious conversation, we proceeded with friends to a whiskey bar in midtown. That night was one of pure elation. More excited about someone than ever, we knew we'd have to see each other again. We said our goodbyes that night but not without our first kiss. Not adhering to more conservative practices, Ryan called the next day and set up our first real date. With Megan being a dog owner at the time, Ryan proceeded to drag his brother's dog, Murphy, all the way to Brooklyn so they could go to a dog park together. From that day forward, we didn't stop texting, talking, and setting up future dates. And the rest is history.