So, a Presbyterian logs on to a dating app and matches with a French Cheesehead from upstate New York (stop me if you've heard this one before). The Presbyterian asks the French Cheesehead for their favorite quote from NBC's The Office. It’s a test (an important one). The French Cheesehead responds. It has something to do with Kevin the accountant being useless, and this pleases the Presbyterian. The French Cheesehead asks for the Presbyterian’s favorite. It's not so much a quote as it is an exact word-for-word synopsis of an entire scene - I mean, like it might as well have been the script. It’s funny because it’s not. The French Cheesehead thinks it’s quirky and cute. She agrees to go on a set of two dates. One will be “grungy” - with burgers and beer and darkly lit bars with sticky floors - and the other will be “classy” - at a museum with coffee and fine mosaics. Both end with a kiss. They fall in love. They tell each other that every day. They travel to the Adirondacks together, to the Blue Ridge, and to Paris, and eat McDonald’s in rural France after 30 km detours (do NOT miss your exits in France). They fall deeper in love. They follow each other feet first into everything. Anyway, the punchline goes like this: that hilarious, thoughtful, decisive, and beautiful French Cheesehead from Upstate New York followed the Presbyterian from the Dating App up a hill somewhere in the oldest mountains in the world. He asked her to marry him, and she agreed. And now you're all here on this website. Good one, huh?