Like many COVID-era romances, ours started on Tinder. He messaged first, with a clever pick up line that I shamelessly fell for. I assumed he was too good to be true, but he still beats me to opening every door. He thought I was out of his league, which, fair. Our first date was a quick lunch from a taco truck near my job. I somehow didn’t scare him off then, because he waited around the area of my job all day just to take me to dinner when I was off. We later walked around in a nearby park, the same one where he’d later propose. Apparently, he was playing the long game from day one.