Laissez les bons temps rouler

One of my best friends, Clare, texted me on Friday afternoon asking me to go to a bar that night to show her boyfriend's best friend who was new in town around Dallas (some guy named Sean). I didn't really go out on Fridays at this point, but decided to join anyway - I can help show this new guy a good time in Dallas, right? While we were waiting for Sean to show up, I saw a tall guy walk in wearing an LSU shirt. At first I thought, "Dang, that guy is really good looking...despite the LSU shirt." Then a different thought came to mind about this guy I was staring at, "I think that is the person I am supposed to marry." Yes, that sounds crazy, but it's 100% true (Spoiler alert - it turned out to be Sean). That same tall guy in the LSU shirt came and sat next to me. The second we met, we were hooked. Fast forward to that Monday, I get a text from Sean asking if he could take me to dinner. That Wednesday, April 3rd to be exact, he took me out to dinner and we talked until the restaurant had to tell us they were closing. We have been inseparable from that point on and I have never been more loved, cherished, or cared for by another man (besides my father) in my life. I am really glad that tall guy in an LSU shirt walked into a bar.