If you have seen the TV show on AMC called Breaking Bad, then you know it doesn't exactly give off romantic vibes. Nevertheless, it was a huge hit show airing on TV, and everyone was obsessed with it, including Robert and myself. Oh yes, hi! This is Persephanie :) It's always weird typing out in third person when everyone knows that it's the bride talking. Anyway, Breaking Bad. Now, Robert and I were working together at big facility here in Los Angeles. I guess that's how we technically met but that's extremely boring. We would talk during work but not a lot as work was always super busy. If we did talk, it was probably always about Breaking Bad. Robert was super cool because he had cable TV and could watch the episodes air while we lowly peasants found other ways to stream it. So he invited me to come watch the next episode. Now, he won't want me to tell you this but I gave him my number. I did the suave "Call Me" bit. He will deny this, but that's ok. I've been told marriage is about compromises and coming to an agreement: he was cool and had cable and I was cool and gave him my number. After that one episode, we started watching Breaking Bad together, and again, it's not at all a romantic show. So thankfully he asked me out on a dinner date, and well, here we are! Getting married! Well I guess this is growing up.... (yes that's a blink-182 song reference)