During another hot Houston, Texas summer in 2014, we stood front row for Flosstradamus at the Free Press Summer Fest Saturn Stage, only 13 people separated us. We met seven days later on an app (yes, an app) and Ian’s sarcastic digs at Michael’s height gave him the butterflies. We learned there was too much in common to ignore. Our first date consisted of a glass or two, or three, of our favorite drink, Jack and Sprite. We talked until dawn. Two weeks after meeting, Ian said, “Michael, I’m in love with you.” Michael’s reply? “Thanks.” To this day, it is still one of Michael’s biggest regrets - not saying it back when he knew he felt the same way, but had no idea the butterflies and sweaty palms were only a few of the symptoms of true love. We have called Charleston home for five years in and are going through the rollercoaster of figuring it all out.
Unemployed, a server, valet attendant, public relations professional and manager of a store on King Street, we are not skipping a single step. We have no idea what the future will look like, but we know it will be fabulous, filled with laughter and together.