We went out on Halloween 2015 to Greenwich Village in NYC. He was in line with his boys, Mike and Jesse, waiting to get into a bar. I was outside with my cousin Tiara, when we decided to call our friend Charese who was nowhere to be found. Joe overheard my conversation as I tried to track down my friend and insisted that she was inside. Being the woman I am, I turned my head and assured this random crazy man with no costume, he had no idea what he was talking about! A few seconds later, she called me back, and of course confirmed she was in the exact bar he was standing in front of. Again, being the woman I am, I nonchalantly joined him in line and started a conversation. "Where are you from?" I said, as he pulled out his ID. "I'm from the capital of Long Island.... Westbury." he said. At that moment I knew I was about to start a head to head discussion on why that is the biggest lie I've ever heard. At least in my opinion. He on the other hand decided that he would love the chance to prove it to me. The night went on and we exchanged insults and quips then finally exchanged numbers. A week later, we went on a date. He in his infamous Reebok pumps and I in my AF1s. Haha! It wasn't perfect but it was magical. That night is when we solidified our first beginning and learned.... this is how we do it.