It all began on a hot August summer evening. Rachael traveled into Nashville, for she was being courted by a young gentleman. Luckily for Sean, this suiter did not spark a fire in Rachael’s heart. She decided to not leave Nashville on a bad note and contacted Sean to see if he’d like to join her for dinner. Sean, who had been patiently waiting by his phone for a chance to hear from Rachael, was delighted to finally get to see Rachael’s angelic face in person. They met up at Edley’s, one of the classier restaurants in Nashville. They talked, they joked, they laughed. It was an instant connection. He enjoyed her grade A humor. She enjoyed his tattoos and the fact that he was taller than 6’. They were a perfect match, and have been together ever since.
Do you ever get that feeling that you’re being followed? So did Sean as he was nearing the entrance to Edleys to meet up with Rachael for the first time. Little did he know that she was about 50 paces behind him watching his every move. Buzz! Went his phone with a text that read “I think I’m behind you lol”. It was a bold move for her to start out the night with a lie as she did not actually laugh out loud, but Sean was feeling generous and gave her a second chance. After placing their orders they began chatting and eating. Seeing that Rachael ordered the same meal as Sean, he knew that she makes good life decisions. As the night went on, they became more and more intrigued with one another finding mutual love for music and arts, food and family, and the Soulja Boy Crank That dance that ravaged the late 2000’s. Like all good things, the evening had to come to an end. They walked each other back to their respective cars where a mutual agreement of “We should do this again sometime” was reached. Sean left the night feeling optimistic about his time spent with Rachael. He felt so special to have been her only date that day. Little did he know, he was actually her rebound for a failed date prior to them meeting. They hit it off more and more on each date to follow and the rest is history.