Like all great modern romances, ours began with carefully curated dating profiles and a few weeks of witty online banter. Eventually, we took the leap and met in person at Kuhnhenn Brewing - an excellent choice for her, since she loves breweries. Less excellent for him, since he hates beer. Things were going well - she thought he was funny, and he couldn't stop staring at her curls. Then, in a bold move to cement himself in her memory, he knocked over a drink - hers. In his defense, nothing says "I'm here to impress" like accidentally drenching your date with her own drink. It was our version of a liquid ice breaker! But the real crime of the evening? When the date wrapped up, she just...walked away. No hug. No handshake. No socially acceptable form of acknowledgement. Just a casual "Bye!" as if she hadn't just spent hours enjoying his company. He still brings it up six years later. She maintains she was just being cool. (She was not.) Despite the drink fiasco and her complete lack of basic social skills, something clicked. We bonded over sarcasm, quiet nights in, and the rare gift of never getting sick of each other. And now, here we are - getting married, still laughing, and still debating whether that missing hug was an oversight or a power move.