It’s no secret that we met on Hinge. Against all odds — and despite some very reasonable safety concerns (think serial killer vibes) — Erin agreed to meet me for coffee and discovered I was only moderately suspicious. Somehow, that led to a second date (over the world's worst neighborhood gas station cocktail in a can), thanks in large part to the irresistible luxury of guaranteed parking. Romance isn’t dead; it just lives in cities without limited street parking. Noodle became my hostage while Erin was at work — which conveniently forced Erin to keep seeing me. The rest is history 🤫🤐