Melissa's version: I was wearing a white dress and very annoyed. For months I had been talking to Stephen- a man of total mystery and a schedule entirely vague but obviously full. After two failed attempts at meeting, we had finally found a time that worked best for us both. And there I was, sipping a rapidly melting drink, waiting on him 30 minutes past date time. As I was preparing to leave, another man at the bar introduced himself to me and as we chatted, Stephen walked in. Wearing white as well. The first thing I saw was his hesitation (I mean, I was talking to another guy) and then that incredible smile that deepened in to dimples. He strode over and shook the guy's hand and apologized to me. We talked for hours, without moving, about literature and travel and the conversation never stopped, even as we moved out to the street. He asked to see me again. In the middle of the first date. Two days later he showed up to my house holding a bottle of champagne and wearing a suit. "I'm sorry I'm late." He said. "The meeting with my boss and the Prime Minister was taking awhile." As he opened the door to help me in the car on our way to brunch, I laughed and said: "Who is the world ARE you?!" I didn't realize the answer was: my future husband. The love of my life. My whole life. Stephen's version: When I finally met Melissa in person, I was sure I missed my chance. Not only had I rescheduled our two attempts at a first date, she was chatting with another man when I walked up to her. But I’ll never forget the smile she flashed my way, followed by the other guy’s mumbled apology as he excused himself. During our first in-person conversation, I was blown away by her sense of humor, intelligence, and kindheartedness. Not to mention beauty. I knew that Melissa was special from the beginning. Our first date was an adventure. So was every one that followed. And every one after that. For the first, and last, time of my life, I knew I found my person