We met briefly through mutual friends at an El Som happy hour. Matt’s impression: I thought she was extremely pretty. I also thought it was hilarious that she made fun of my buddy’s hair. She was kind of mean, and I was into it. I wanted to ask for her number, but I didn’t want her to think I was a creep. Ultimately, I knew I could probably get her number from her friend later. Tiffany’s impression: The encounter was unremarkable. I know I talked to Matt, but I was mostly concerned about whether or not his friend could see me through his hair (which covered his eyes). The only thing I really remembered about Matt was that he kept pestering me to taste my margarita.

Matt’s story: I walked into Retriever’s and the first people I saw were Tiffany and Christian. I walked over, started talking to them, and we hung out for the rest of the night. I put on my best swag and tried to impress Tiffany with my dance moves. One of these dance moves included showering myself with beer on the dance floor. It was basically like one of those Amazon birds you see on the Discovery Channel doing a courting ritual. The night was winding down but still looking promising. I asked her if she needed a ride home, and she said YES...So, I secured a ride for us to her house. Before I could get out of the car, she abruptly stopped me and told me I wasn’t coming inside...Since the evening didn’t seem like it was going to go as I had hoped, I settled for getting her number instead. I tried calling the number she gave me later that night, and it was a man named Steve who lived in Alabama. Yep, she slipped me the wrong number. Despite her attempts to shake me off, I ended up getting her number from Christian. Once I got it, I called her and invited her to a band party that night. Tiffany’s story: Christian and I went to Retriever’s one night and saw Matt walk in. I knew he was one of the guys that had been at El Som, but I couldn’t remember his name. After a brief panic, we figured it out and he was none the wiser. We had a good time dancing and hanging out, and as the night came to a close he asked if I needed a ride to my house. Um, yeah. A free ride. Great! When we pulled into my driveway, he asked if he could come in. I said no. He tried asking a couple more times in different ways, but I thwarted all attempts. He then asked for my number, and I ended up writing some nonsense on his arm (Sorry random Alabama Steve)! Needless to say, Matt got got. Sometime the next day, I got a text from Christian. She said she had given Matt my number, and he was going to call me to ask me to go to a band party that night. I went, and here we are 11 years later.