If you’d told me I’d find the love of my life while trying to hit a ball through a windmill, I would’ve laughed. But there we were, playing Putt-Pub, and suddenly the score didn't matter anymore. Jaydan didn’t just win the game (or maybe I let him?)(; he won me over. It turns out, falling in love is a lot like mini-golf. It’s full of unexpected turns, a little bit ridiculous, and much better when played together.