For the past few weeks, Pola and I have been sleuthing to decide what our first picture together is for the sake of this website. She believes it is us at a party playing beer pong together (definitely not actual alcohol in those cups, Mom), me in my lovely neon yellow Port-A-Potty worker's shirt and her holding a cat whose owner we never did end up meeting. I, however, believe it is us laughing in the doorway of a dorm room, my arms wrapped around her, the photo taken in those first few weeks of college where I learned that bro tanks were not meant for me. The reason for our dispute is due to upload dates: mine was uploaded about two weeks before hers, but she holds that that is only because she waited to do a mass upload of the first weeks of college. We may need to analyze hair lengths if we really wanted to know which was first. But we don't know, and that's quite fine with me. These "How We Met" sections of these websites are meant to evoke a feeling of warmth, coziness, and intrigue involving both individuals - we could both recount half a hundred stories that evoke those feelings about us at a moment's notice: her playing a Jurassic Park app game the first time we ate lunch together, me stopping on our first date to run off into the desert chasing a lizard, making an entire game built around how fast it takes Oskar to return a ball. Instead of building a cohesive narrative of our first meeting, I would point you towards our first picture(s). Then look at the most recent pictures of us, and see how, despite the decline in bro tanks and red solo cups, the looks of joy and coziness together remain.