We're getting married!

Nine years ago, Paul had a meeting in the Hocker Grove teacher's lounge during Kendra's lunch. Her friends were awkwardly pointing out the very cute man, who we didn't recognize. As soon as he left, the girls immediately grilled our co-worker, Kim, to find out who he was. Kim explained he was the assistant band director at the high school, but the girls, of course, were primarily interested in whether or not he was single. Kim reached out to Paul that evening texting, "You're single, right?". After the initial pain of the assumption passed, Paul confirmed. And this is where things get hazy... KENDRA'S VERSION: Kim went on to set up a Friday "blind date," happy hour. Kim and I came up with a signal for me to use if I wanted the date to end and she made sure to let me know that Paul shaking his leg, was NOT a reflection of his annoyance, or eagerness to leave. (It's a good thing too because his leg shaking is no joke)! PAUL'S VERSION: Happy Hour was a hit --- we really enjoyed chatting and suddenly we realized the rest of the crew had cleared out and it was just us! After such a promising introduction, I was eager to set up another date, this time without the whole Hocker Grove staff! After initially agreeing to a date, Kendra said she needed to reschedule. I quickly confirmed a new plan, only to hear from her a few days later that we would need to postpone again. A lesser man may have been discouraged, but I persevered. However, after the THIRD cancelation, I was moderately worried --- especially since I was informed she was going to Vegas for her 30th birthday party... I told myself I would give it ONE more try. Out of excuses, Kendra FINALLY relented, and I got the necessary opportunity to adequately weave the Schapker Charm. I have not been stood up since.