We met at a local watering hole in downtown Annapolis by the name of Dock Street. I was grudgingly forced to go because my good friend and bridesmaid, Regina, was bartending and needed moral support for her Saturday shift. After about an hour of being there, in walks Justin, where he pranced up to the bar and squeezed his way right next to where we were standing. The night proceeded with libations and dancing. Justin asked for my number and said he was going to take me to dinner that week. Thought nothing of it, and sure enough, the text message goes through Sunday afternoon and the rest is history.