We met in at a bar he worked in. He asked who the band on my hat was (Deftones), and me being a little tipsy, gave him some grief for not knowing who they were and walked away. Evidently, he felt some kind of way about that interaction. He asked the other bartender who I was and he sent me a friend request the next day.

It wasn't until 2015 he finally worked up the nerve to message me. He slid in my DM's and then into my heart. I was the slick one on our first friendly hangout. We met for a drink. I walked into the bar and he had his head was down texting me. I motioned for the bartender to buy him a drink and she was bringing it to him just as he was looking up. We both agree it was a pretty slick moment and the rest is history. I knew it was love when early on two things happened; First, he went with me to take my dog to the vet in Plymouth, hungover at 7 am on a Saturday morning. Then, I got us cut off at a Cub's game and spilled beer on his Jordan sneakers. That’s love.

We traveled to Hawaii for a cruise around all the islands. The weather was extremely uncooperative and our itinerary was flip-flopped multiple times. Unbeknownst to me, his plans to pop the question had been foiled at least three times. Nevertheless, he proposed, while stuck at sea, as we sailed by a waterfall, day drinking, on Valentine’s day AND he brought a card from home.