It began at a wedding—me on the dance floor with only my drink for company—until a charming stranger swept in and spun me around like we’d known each other forever. It felt like the perfect beginning… until I blocked him the very next morning. Months later, fate stepped in at an Iowa football game. That same man, with more nerve than most, asked point-blank if he’d been blocked. (For the record, you’re not supposed to ask that!) I laughed, unblocked him, and we went our separate ways—at least for a while. A year later, another game, another chance. After shivering through the cold, I offered to warm his hands under the blanket—hoping he’d take the hint and hold mine. Instead, he pressed them together in prayer position so I could “actually” warm them. Smooth. Later that night, completely in the moment, we shared our first kiss—only to hear Dua Lipa singing “One kiss is all it takes…” right on cue. And here we are—proving it true. WE’RE GETTING MARRIED!