We met when we were 12. Neither of us seem to actually remember our first meeting, so it’s safe to say it wasn’t love at first sight. At 13, we started dating. The next month was full of our parents taking us to the movies and mutual friends’ houses, notes passed back and forth, and plenty of AIM conversations. Then, we broke up. At 16, our paths crossed again when we both worked at a local restaurant. Before Cal quit and walked out at dinnertime on a busy, Friday evening (thanks a lot…), we exchanged numbers and started hanging out. We drove ourselves to meet up this time around but probably still spent a significant amount of time talking on AIM. Then, we broke up, again. At 18, we ran into each other at a party at CMU. Molly called Cal an asshole and stole his beer. Needless to say, that was that. At 25, Cal sent Molly a FaceBook message. Within a week, we hung out and within two weeks, we were FaceBook official. Here’s where our stories part ways. Cal claims he “rescued” Molly and her cat from their Lansing apartment. Molly asserts she and the cat were just fine without him. Regardless, two years and three dudes later, we’re getting married!