Seven years ago, I sent a direct message to a man on a dating website. He replied, "Are you a bot?" and I responded with a laugh, "No!" We talked for two weeks before finally arranging our first date. He drove three hours early for our date, in his 2002 white Grand Caravan was, shall we say, "falling apart." He planned to kill some time at the Greenfield Walmart, but he ended up locking his keys in the car. I raced over to Walmart to at least get our date started while we waited for the locksmith. When I arrived, I stepped out to greet him. As I looked up, smiling, he said, "I'm going to kiss you." It was love at first sight. We ended up at Applebee's, stayed way too late, and have been together ever since.