Its about damn time!

Tate and I first met in an “insanity” workout class down at Southern Oregon University. Naturally, I always left class early and Tate likes to use that excuse as to why he never talked to me during class. Thankfully, for the both of us, we had mutual friends which lead to us actually talking at the docks a couple weeks later. Rumor has it I wasn’t very nice to him that day. I guess I got my act together because later he and his roommates had some friends over and I was lucky enough to attend. After some courage from the liquor, Tate made an attempt to talk to me again, and the rest is history. We stayed up till 5am talking, wandering the streets of Ashland, and running through sprinklers. 5 years later, here we are! About damn time :)