The simple answer is they were introduced by their mutual friend, Liz. But that doesn't cover the house party Paula tried to drag him to as her "man candy" to make another guy jealous, the watery $9 McGill bar sangria they shared after they met, or even the 12-hour hostage style Amtrak ride Daelin asked her to take with him from NYC to Montreal as their first date. In a quintessential bold move, Daelin figured, "well, after that much time sitting next to each other, she'll either love or hate me." It probably helped that Paula packed Papa's infamous snack mix, corn flakes with chopped up bits of mozzarella cheese, a definite conversation starter. And now here they are, six years later and sealing the deal: Two people who break rules and conventions, determined to chart their own paths but inadvertently trapped in every Jewish mother's dream.