Our Story

They met in Speedos, cap and goggles; drowning in chlorine and making small talk between intervals. When he finally asked for her number, she played hard to get as she was itching to leave San Francisco. He kept patient and agreed to platonic hangouts; he was in it for the long haul. After the third meetup turned into a tequila-infused kiss, he took out his pen. Using good old snail mail, he asked her to take a chance over a postcard. In a matter of weeks, and 5 postcards later, these two swim-lane buddies knew everything had changed. Now, over 100 notes have been written and both are still happily living in San Francisco.... just not so platonically.