He was a hip surfer, I got into my fair share of trouble in high school. He helped rescue me when my 1966 VW bug broke down on the side of Hwy 92 and picked me up another night when the front end fell off completely on Dolores St one night I wasn’t supposed to be in the city. After high school, I moved to Australia and while we didn't stay in touch, he and my sister definitely did. I would get updates on him over the years through her and he made an effort to check-in on me periodically after she passed in 2013. One day, while my bff Wally was visiting from New Zealand he called and we ended up having a longer than usual conversation. We discovered we both were single and had a lot more in common then just our shared high school experiences. He invited me to visit him in Reno and I accepted not knowing if or when that might ever happen. As soon as I got off the phone, having had him on speaker for a portion of our call Wally asked "who was that?" and told me she had a weird gut feeling about him. That was September 2016. Three days later at an industry event I was talking to one of my long-time friends, Cece when she said "oh, my latest is I'm flying into Reno next month to business plan with my coach and do a spa day at the Atlantis." Much to her surprise I grabbed her and exclaimed "I'm going with you!" If you listen to our flower man, Ryan Golec tell it I then proceeded to chase Paul for the next four years until I finally wore him down. In fairness, to that over-simplified version there is an avocado-sized seed of truth in it although the details are more nuanced. In the interim I got my broker's license to practice real estate in NV, he became a national powerlifting record holder a couple of times over, we rented his house out, moved in together and sheltered-in-place. Paul’s version of our story has to wait being as he's busy working on the entertainment portion of the party, so for now this is the unsanctioned biography of 'how we met'.