"You're leaving me so the least you can do is save my social life." That was my response to Sammy Kullar while we were at dinner and he gave me Scott's number. The two of us met for dinner two days after I moved to the Detroit Metro area and two days before Sammy would move to Chicago leaving me nearly friendless in a new city. Sammy was telling me that some of his work friends had just started a 90s cover band and were looking for a singer. I agreed to have my contact information shared with Scott. Sammy then tilted his head to the side, raised his eyebrows and said, "You know, you two would actually make a good couple." I quickly scoffed and said I wasn't interested, but I would appreciate having mutual friends to hang out with. After about two weeks of failed plans, but daily friendly discourse, Scott texted me and said, "We talk almost everyday, it's kind of weird that we haven't met." So he invited me to get drinks with him at Ale Mary's in downtown Royal Oak. Up until this point I had only been invited to hang out with "the band" so I did not think this was an invitation for a date. The day we were to meet I had a terrible day at work, it was raining and I nearly turned around and cancelled out of panic because the last thing I wanted to do that evening was to meet with a bunch of strange dudes and make small talk. But I pressed on and said a quick prayer that this was not going to be a horrible idea. After parking in his neighborhood, we walked the few blocks to Ale Mary's....the two of us. I didn't question it yet, but thought maybe the other guys would join up with us there. Nobody joined up with us; and after a couple hours of Scott laughing at my jokes and sharing beer flights and charcuterie with me he swiftly swiped the check; and that, ladies and gentlemen, was our first date that I didn't know was a date until the very end.