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Once upon a time in a strange land called “Los Angeles” two jews signed up for a dating app called “J-Swipe”. Our hero and heroine performed this simple task of entering into the jewish dating pool with two different goals. He was ready to find his beshert (meant to be) while she, not realizing exactly what she was getting herself into, wrote on her profile “experienced naturalist, aspiring naturist”, hoping to attract the right kind of fun into her life. After a few witty exchanges online, the pair met up for a cocktail at Ye Auld Fella in Culver City. Andrew arrived first, sitting at an outdoor table in his gray blazer and flashing his signature smile. “Bridget?,” he said with an uncertain hope as he waved her over towards the seat across from him. She sat down and slung her purse shaped like an everything bagel off the side of her chair- Andrew was smitten before she even opened her mouth. Conversation flowed, as did the drinks. He was more charming and friendly than she imagined and she was smarter and hotter than he could have hoped. Could this be something real they both thought; our hero finished his drink with excitement and our heroine chugged the last of hers, unsure if she could be ready for something so real so fast. Then the pair engaged in a magical goodnight kiss before parting ways, not knowing if or when they would see each other again. As predicted, Bridget demanded this new situationship go slow. The pair spoke via text nearly every day but only seeing each other once a week grew hard. Eventually, it moved onto dates twice a week and an occasional weekend sleepover. But it was not until Kol Nidre, the ever so sexy holiday service that marks the beginning of Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, that the pair became “official”. In fact, in some holiday miracle, it was Bridget who said to Andrew, “It would be okay if you wanted to call me your girlfriend- I would like that”. From there, things moved quickly. The sleepovers started occurring more frequently and moved into weeknights. Bridget’s overflowing closet of clothes and shoes felt sad that they were often left behind- they only wanted to be where Bridget was spending her time! The decision was made to look for a place to live together- a place that could fit all of Bridget’s clothes, and that had a balcony for Andrew’s grill. On Saint Patrick’s Day 2023, the dynamic duo moved in together to a beautiful 2 bedroom, 2 bath condo, less than a mile from the bar where they first met. So many laughs, sing-alongs, and dreams were shared during those first few months of living together. Bridget’s goal became clear- never let go of this guy, he’s it. She began blasting Taylor Swift’s “Paper Rings” around the house, attempting to drop some very subtle hints that she was ready for whatever was to come next. Unbeknownst to Bridget, Andrew had already secured her father’s blessing, and ordered a ring. Bridget assumed a proposal would happen in Hawaii, and as such, had scheduled a manicure for the day before they flew to Kauai. One evening in late May, Andrew suggested that he and his girlfriend go on a walk on the beach before meeting up with friends from out of town (shout out Annie and Josh!) for dinner at a restaurant where Bridget gets to enjoy her favorite Brussel Sprouts. Upon getting out of the car, Bridget glared at her hands, staring at her month-old manicure with the sauropod dinosaur art still hanging on by a thread and said to Andrew “whatever you do, you have to wait until I get a fresh manicure to propose”. Andrew promptly said “you can’t tell me what to do!”, and the pair embarked on a stroll along Bridget’s favorite beach that would change the course of both of their lives.