We lived in the same neighborhood and came to know each other when I played with his childhood friend's, Dale, little sister in elementary school who lived next door to Tristan and his parents. We used to play football together in the street. The first time I saw him in on the school bus, I thought he had the most pretty eyes. He had a crush on me apparently in high school, but was too busy with football and fishing to chase girls. Fast forward 10-12 years, Tristan sends me a message asking if I wanted to go on a motorcycle ride that night, he believed that I was going to respond saying no then got himself all ready for bed, his mistake. I was so excited and nervous, because I am not a spur of the moment gal. That night we met up with his best man, Matt, his wife, and other friends in Cicero. We walked through a taco bell drive through in Tipton, listened to music, and watched the stars light up the sky. And the rest is history.