Dating in the modern age is nothing short of a mystery worthy of the most salacious novels. Each profile has little hints that a keen eye must detect in order to discern the type of person they're going to get. Clues akin to how old is this picture? Who are all of these people they're standing with? Is he really that close to his mother? Then, if the candidate gets past the cursory view, comes the truly difficult part: landing a pickup line that will stick. See, it needs to be funny, but not too much so to appear clownish. Intelligent, but not condescending. Do they dare go for something written on your profile, or do they play it safe and boring with a simple "hey what's up?" Andrew's profile was carefully crafted like a true professional--handsome formal photo mixed in with casuals, hiking along towering mountains, only one group photo, no mothers in sight, and his smile was infectious. But what truly secured him the first date was his infamous first-liner: "Which one of your huskies would you ride into battle?" We were both pretty excited to go on our first date the next evening. Andrew was wondering if the girl in the photos still looked like her profile picture while I was praying he wasn't going to be another casual playboy, not-looking-for-anything-serious type. He selected the venue: Yard House in Sacramento. I had never been to this particular establishment, but a precursory Google search made it seem densely populated enough for a first date. I arrived a little after the appointed time, but to my surprise, he was not yet there. I stood outside for a bit, watching dozens of merry weekenders go about their Saturday nights. As the minutes passed, I began to grow anxious, fearing that perhaps I was waiting in the wrong place? But a text message assured me he was already inside and seated at the bar. Had I somehow missed him go in? I made my way inside, careful to circle the bar at a distance in order to get an unnoticed first-look. However, to my dismay, I didn't see anyone matching his general description. I decided to sit down anyway and order a drink, determined to at least enjoy some part of my evening. The bartender asked me if I was waiting for someone and after telling him I was, he made the remark that the drink was on the house if he didn't show up. Great, now a least one other person was aware that I was probably getting stood-up. And then, he called me. He had been insisting via text that he was at the bar, but I was adamant that he couldn't be, because I was sitting there by myself. The first question he asked when I answered was a simple, "Where are you?" It turns out that while Andrew went to SacYard Tap House I ended up at Yard House in Sacramento. He told me to stay right where I was and fifteen minutes later, the handsome, studious, and well dressed accountant walked into my life. The next dates consisted of mini golf, a corn maze with the girls, and, eventually, Maui! Our relationship has been nothing short of an adventure. We've moved together, started different phases of our lives together, and even welcomed a new addition to our family. When he proposed, Andrew told me, "I am so happy I decided to go meet you at that other bar. You are worth it." And I could not agree more. Please join us as we celebrate our love for each other and the commitment to our enduring journey.