There was something about the way Jeff looked in his Bumble profile picture, in a navy blue suit, freshly combed brown hair, clasping what seemed to be an Old Fashion in one hand, standing tall next to one of his guy friends (Matt Tobin) that made me swipe right. And an immediate connection was made. After over a month of chatting and Jeff being too unavailable to meet up... "Sorry I'm in the Lake of the Ozarks with my college buddies doing our fantasy football draft." To, "Oh now I'm on a family vacation in France, I'll be back in like 2 weeks if you can meet then." To, "Ugh my boss is being an asshole, can we meet maybe a week from now?" Something clearly had me interested to his non-commital almost flakey but very charming self. Fast forward to September 22, 2015 I showed up to our meeting spot, a Belgian beer bar called Vol Du Noit in the West Village around 7:55. We were supposed to meet at 8pm... 8:15 rolls around and Jeff finally shows up. I should have taken that as a sign. 7 years go by with 1 cat, 1 dog, 2 apartments, 2 states lived in, 12 countries visited, 27 house plants, 1,450 bottles of wine, 1 pandemic, a million times where I was ready before Jeff and an exorbinant amount of love that will continue to grow forever (and hopefully along with our house plants).