The story of how we met depends on who you ask. If you ask me personally, I’d say we met in the spring of my sophomore year at Hendrix College. I could even tell you what she was wearing: a purple elephant tank top and jandals. Since I can vividly remember that encounter, I’d say it was that day even if it was a very short exchange of hello and goodbye. If you ask Marissa how we met, she’d say we didn’t meet until that fall. We went to an event, and I sat right next to her. I said, “Hi, Marissa,” and she claims she had no idea who I was. She even asked her friend if they could trade spots since this random person somehow knew her name. We ran into each other again later that night, and I tried to invite her to Waffle House. Even though she said no, I guess I made a pretty good impression, because she messaged me the next morning and the rest is history.