Veronica asked me to write about how we met, which I think is actually code for me to tell one of her favorite stories: our first date. Just like any love story worth telling, it starts on Tinder. Both of us, bored and lonely, open our Tinder apps. I'd like to think that after many swipes left, we both found ourselves hovering over the other's profile at the same time. Veronica slightly going left before cocking her head in a moment of surrender and swiping her finger to the right. I swipe right without any hesitancy or confidence. We match at the exact same time, never knowing if one or the other swiped earlier. Alright, now that we got the romantic part out of the way... After messaging back and forth (all without realizing that we knew a few of the same people) we decided to plan a date. I suggested Courtyard Brewery, a place I loved to go to with friends and a frequent first date spot for any tinder date I had. I made some plans before our date, seeing a few friends first, making me a little late for our date. As I walked up, I noticed Veronica sitting outside in the courtyard with her beer. The courtyard was a converted parking lot halfway covered in brick laid out - possibly as even as they could - to signify the sitting area. The tables were large cable spools turned on one of their sides. They sat on top of these uneven bricks, giving some of them a good wobble (this is important). A little embarrassed by my tardiness, I wave to Veronica and gesture to the bar, telling her I'll grab a beer and meet up with her soon. Coincidentally, I get the same beer as Veronica: a Founder's KBS, which is a strong stout. I walk up to the table, smiling with beer in hand. Maybe nervous from her beauty or my rudeness of being late or a combination of the two, I sit down placing my beer on the table next to Veronica's, at the same time accidentally stepping on the bottom of the spool. As my foot and bottom both meet their destinations, like a catapult the table heaves both beers in the direction of Veronica and her unsuspecting purse. Glass shatters, dark beer splatters, Veronica and her large (likely fake) ostrich purse drenched. I take a glance at the mess I caused, feeling a bit more embarrassed and a little worried that I got dressed up for the shortest date ever, stand up, smile, and say "okay, well, I'm gonna go inside, get us some paper towels and a couple new beers, and if you're still here when I get back, great!" I picked up the broken glass, headed inside, did what I said I would do, and with much surprise met back up with Veronica outside. We then spent a beautiful night together, stopping at another bar nearby, and saying goodnight. Although not without embarrassing myself again with much flare and humility, which Veronica has claimed highlights my charm and humor. The rest is history, with two kids and a beautiful marriage.