Her perspective: We met at a bar called Buckshot in Austin. I saw how focused and hardworking Vincent was from behind the bar; by the way he was making the drinks and giving no one attention. So I drunkenly hit on him. He made the drinks I had ordered, and I asked "What are you doing tomorrow?" He looked at me confused. He said ecstatically, "I'm going to a gaming convention!! Are you?" Not realizing that I was trying to ask him out on a date... We continued to talk but couldn't hear each other over the loud music so he tore a sheet of paper off from the printer and pushed it towards me and said, "Write down your number!" I shoved the sheet of paper back to him and said, "Nuh-uh, you write down your number!" He then proceeded to write down his number. I texted him that night and he responded. We exchanged a few texts and then he completely stopped replying... He ghosted me. This boy ghosted me. Oh was I mad. I vowed eternally to never speak to him again until 3 weeks later, when my two friends, Mimi and Adrian, forced me to go inside of Buckshot on a weekday. The place was empty and there Vincent was. I had my mean mug face on because I had no intention on giving him the time of day. We sit at his bar and Vince quickly glances at his phone before saying "Hey, Stephanie!" I was skeptical. Because in this moment I knew he quickly checked his phone to remember my name but I played dismissive. I said, "Hey." Vincent proceeds to continue to have a conversation with me and he starts speaking passionately about Bitcoin and I speak about being a personal caregiver at the time. I'm guessing in this moment while I'm sober, he realizes how great of a person I truly am. Then he proceeds to text me after we leave and the rest is history... His perspective: It was a Saturday night, it was the busiest night out of the week for a bar. She walked in and I'm just dreaming of tomorrow and the attending the final day of the RTX convention. With nothing else but the night the be over and to wake up the next day and attend the convention on my mind and then her asking what I was going to do tomorrow - the next day at the time, I goofily thought that somehow she knew by either the pep in my step or by the possibly unremoved badged adorned around my neck that I had maybe forgotten to remove from earlier. I looked down on my chest and realized there was no badge and on a tangent and still excited with the thought that she may have had similar interests of RTX conventiongoers as I did, I proceeded to wonder - "Who is this girl? Is she into gaming and anime?". I paced back and forth taking orders and making drinks for other patrons for over 30 minutes and finally realized that there was no way to converse over the loud music of the Saturday night bar scene at Buckshot and that the night was dwindling to an end and that my time with this fantastic wonder of an girl was soon coming to an end, so I had to act fast. I pushed the "Feed" button on the credit card receipt printer and continued to tear off a slip of paper and pushed it to her with a pen in request of her phone number so that we could have a conversation in the near future and that I could seek the answers to my bewilderment. She responded by pushing the sheet of paper back to me and asking for my phone number (in fear of me losing the sheet of paper and her never hearing from me ever again and not having her own questions answered). I wrote down my number. The rest is history, kids. (She wasn't an avid gamer or watcher of anime.)