As most young blood's our age- we met online. Tinder, to be exact. Naturally, I (Liv) had not been having very good luck, whereas Ty hit the metaphorical jackpot. He had only been 'swiping' for one single day...24 whole hours, before laying eyes on, and eventually matching with his future wife. Those of you who know me, know I am a free-spirit. Getting me to respond to messages, let alone be in one place at one time is like asking the Tasmanian Devil to sit still for a dress fitting. But alas, Ty persevered. We 'talked' for a few weeks. He was patient, kind, consistent and eventually earned my trust...I agreed to a date. We both love sushi so Ty picked a cute little place on Rainbow Blvd, Friends. The day of; I fretted over which outfit looked best, which lip-gloss would pop, and how my hair looked. He pulled up at my place, opened my car door and without realizing...our future together had began. We talked, we drank, we ate, and we passed time like it was nothing. It felt like I had known this man my entire life. Needless to say the date went well, he dropped me off. I walked in the door, shut it, and leaned back to clear my head...woah. I took out my phone and called Ale. I said, "Mark my words...I am going to marry this man".