She messaged me first. I had looked at her profile a few times, but I never had the courage to write anything of substance. Honestly, I didn't think she would be my type. Well, I was 25. I didn't even know my type yet. I didn't think it would be possible to meet someone I would talk to for five hours on our first date. Seiona proved me wrong. I remember her first message so well, and I wouldn't say memory is my strongest trait. It read, "You look charming." I hardly knew how to respond. Who writes something like that in 2013? It wasn't typical. It wasn't copied and pasted. I knew she was talking to me, and I knew I needed to respond. The thing is, I don't remember my response. All I remember is getting her number and scheduling a date at Chama River Brewing Company that week. When we met, it was familiar. Talking to her didn't take any effort. It still doesn't. She became my best friend after the first beer, and that hasn't changed. I walked her outside and around the restaurant. She stopped in front of a mid-90s Chevy Cavalier with mismatched paint and a passenger seat full of clothes. The only thing I could say was, "Good ole Cavalier, eh?" It wasn't her car. We couldn't stop laughing. Five years later, we still laugh at that. That's why I love Seiona so much: she keeps me smiling.