(As told by Theanna) Neither of us were looking for love the night we met. Paul was at a restaurant bar with his good friend Mike, grabbing a drink before the Mavericks game. I walked in to meet a friend for happy hour and saw she wasn't there yet--but what I did see was a ruggedly handsome man on the other side of the bar. Cue me making a bee-line for the empty bar stool next to Mike and (politely?) butting into their conversation. Paul and I ended up talking for so long that he and Mike missed the first period of the game. When they finally had to leave, Paul told me he had a great time, said goodbye, and walked out of the restaurant... without getting my number! When they got outside, Mike apparently told Paul he was an idiot for not asking me out (thanks again, Mike!). The next day while on a flight for work, Paul decided to take a chance, and he looked me up on my firm's website. He sent me an email asking me out for a date the next week, and I immediately accepted. And the rest, as they say, is history...

(As told by Paul)