Chris and I matched on Hinge in December, eight months after I moved to Baltimore. I had just started graduate school and didn’t know many people, so I was deep in the apps trying to fill up my ample free time—when I received a corny first message. Immediately no. Move on. A few days later, while revisiting old conversations, I came across corny first message guy. I go to his profile and see a picture of him in a dress at a pool party, and I think to myself, “that’s funny”, “okay”. We met at a restaurant near my apartment, and after some time, I noticed how laidback and inviting he was. He told me he liked my “lawyer energy” and how my ponytail swung back and forth when I talked. During the date, I mentioned that I was heading home for Christmas for a month and would be leaving in a week. He quickly scheduled two more dates with me before I left. We talked every day while I was gone, and three weeks after our first date—on a trip to Colorado—I told two of my best friends, "I'm going to marry him".