This isn’t the beginning of a joke. This is actually how it happened. A guy walks into a bar on a Sunday night with a couple of co-workers and their significant others. The bartender is happy to see her regulars, but she had never seen this new guy before. Who was this handsome man she had never crossed paths with? Drinks were made, conversations were had, and games of Jenga were played. She won those games, by the way. She always wins when they play games, but that’s neither here nor there. The group called it a night, and the bartender knew she had to see this guy again. But wait! Was he single? As the new guy walked out the door, the bartender cornered her regular patron to get more information. Upon learning that the guy was in fact single, she said she wouldn’t be upset if he was given her phone number. Little did she know that the guy was requesting this same bit of information. They spoke the next day, made plans to hang out the next, and the rest is history. In some weird way that she would never be able to explain, Nicole knew from the second she saw Pat that he was the one. Luckily for her, Pat felt the same.