Once upon a time, a single girl embarked out on a night upon the town with her roomate. With the sole intention of scoping cute guys and getting them to pay for our cocktails, the night took a turn when another friend called and said "We have a table and bottles at the Club". At 25, you ALWAYS say yes when there's a free table and bottles at the club!! 30 minutes later I was told a mutual friend in a suped up black Tahoe with rims would be coming to pick us up. As the car descended upon us, the window rolls down and all I see is a man with chiseled bone structure and adorable dimples. Who knew my friends were holding out on me?? Naturally I hop in the car and we head to the "club". As the night progressed I had no choice but to flirt with the mystery man, as I am a sucker for a strong jawline. He was charming and polite, a rare combination when dating in your mid 20's. We had some very light hearted "get to know you" banter while screaming over the DJ's music. To his disappointment I decided to leave a little early, as I was teaching a yoga class that next morning. I thanked him for pouring me the FREE drinks, and left with not even so much as a number exchange. HAD to keep him guessing... The next morning I got the obligatory text from my girlfriend asking what I thought about Mr Dimples. I couldn't deny my inherent attraction so I gave her the greenlight to pass him my number. One text message, and 7 years later I get to marry the man with the chiseled bone structure and adorable dimples.