"I found the one whom my soul loves." - Song of Solomon 3:4

Matt and I swiped RIGHT. We found each other within the existential nightmare that is online dating. Matt asked me out after only chatting for a day. He asked me, "Want to go flying?" As many of you have heard, our first date was out of a movie/drama/romance novel. Matt picked me up at the end of my shift at a veterinary hospital on a clear fall night in Virginia Beach. Like a true Midwestern lady, I made him wait 45 minutes before I was ready to leave. I had to finish up an appointment with a particularly cantankerous cocker spaniel. Finally, we are on the road. He is talking about growing up in New York City and I am sitting quietly contemplating our next activity. This crazy Yank was going to take me flying. I started having doubts about his skill and trustworthiness as he was bragging about his collegiate escapades. We finally get to the airport and Matt gets serious. He prepares the plane with determination and professionalism. My fears have abated and we take off into the sunset. Matt takes me on a 45 minute plane ride in a Cessna 172. We fly over southern Virginia into Elizabeth City, North Carolina. He arranged for a driver to take us to a lovely dinner close to the airport. We had a wonderful time that night and talked for hours; closing the restaurant down. Enjoying each others company past closing time is a bad habit we have now developed. Matt skillfully flies me back to safety and even lets me fly the plane! We were hooked. From that day on, we talked everyday and tried to find a more adventurous or fun date than the one before. We have been to Italy, Chile, Fiji, Australia, Mexico, and Greece together. We have climbed mountains, flown through the sky, jumped out of airplanes, ridden waves in Hawaii and then dove under them with sharks in Fiji. Our life together has been a romantic competition and we have both won.