While many love stories begin in a bar, not as many bloom over late night Tex-Mex food. Adam and I first met at a University of Denver happy hour for new international studies graduate students. After coming off my year teaching in Spain, I instantly connected with another student who mentioned that he had spent several years teaching English in Korea. Swapping stories of middle-schooler antics and lost in translation moments, we bonded over our shared experiences and love for international travel. One margarita then led to two or three more, and soon, us students began to hop around the university bars. After the last "last call", we all ended up in a local Tex-Mex joint where a drunken Adam, cradling a huge burrito, looked up at me, took a bite, and then said, "You know this won't work out between us." Boy, was he wrong!