Rebecca's version of events: One night, while visiting a friend in Montana, I was ready to call it a night and head to bed. Instead, she dragged me to a dive bar everyone frequents after local college football games. While standing at the bar waiting for my Vodka Redbull, she tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around, and she said, "Rebecca, this is Jake." Jake, in his dirty old hat, plaid shirt and cowboy boots, flashed me the biggest, cutest smile and shook my hand. We danced the night away, and though I was leaving the next day, he begged for my phone number and promised to text me every day. I was skeptical I'd ever hear from him again, but Jake hasn't stopped texting me since. And here we are today, about to get married! Jake's version of events: We met at a bar. The rest of the night was a little hazy.