Michael and I met at a church event at the Box Bar in Plymouth, MI. I was assigned to the table at which he was sitting, and there were only two chairs left, both next to him. Out of about 80 people at the event, I ended up by him. He made a joke about Wilson the volleyball, and I knew he was alright. After the event, he gave me his email (email...!) in case I had questions about Catholicism... at which point I gave him my phone number. We went out to coffee for our first date, and while he was standing at the counter ordering, I just thought, "I never want to leave this man. I always want to be by his side."

Starbucks, The Plymouth Coffee Bean, then the Box Bar... all three.