Once upon a time a girl started a new job at Major Goolsbys, a local downtown sports bar, where she met a boy on her second day of work AND-- did not like him at all. Hehe. Fast forward two months and the two became friends (as many coworkers do) and spent many nights and weekends hanging out. The girl thought the boy was kind of cranky the boy thought the girl talked WAY too much. One day the girl was leaving working, glanced over at the boy, and thought to herself, " I kind of like him." She then proceeded to send him a text message slyly letting him know just that. He then, very confused (and slightly uncomfortable) asked “are you hitting on me?” After that they went out and the girl fell in love, spending the next 8 months telling the boy he was the man she was going to marry. The boy insisted, “Absolutely not.” (Who do you think won that?) Eventually the boy asked the girl to his fraternity semi formal, where he too fell in love. One month later they made it official. Fast forward many years and a second child later, on St. Paddy's day, the Irish boy got down on one knee and asked the girl if she would spend the rest of her life by his side. You’re reading this today so we know how the story ended. (The girl knew it too just a lot sooner)