About eight years ago, on what I thought would be another average night, drinking brews, making the ladies swoon, winning millions playing pool, my entire life would change. I had just started a game and the ladies were already begging me for my number, when I looked up after a winning shot through the smoky haze and the dim lights blurring the edges, and I saw a silhouette. It was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen; and of all the gin joints in all the towns of the world, she was here in mine. She looked over her shoulder and a piece of perfect blonde hair fell into her eyes. She pushed it away with a smooth run of her fingers and I was hooked. I needed to meet this woman (and I knew she need to meet me – I mean how could I take that opportunity away from her). She turned to walk outside and before I knew it, I was leaving my glamorous pool hall champion life behind; I followed like a moth to the flame. She was surrounded by people, all talking to her excitedly and my God was she even more stunning in person. I couldn’t think straight, had no plan of attack, I only knew I had to be with her. I barged into the circle of conversation and immediately turned all my focus to her. That focus stayed there for what seemed like hours as we felt like the only two people in the room. Turns out, it was her 21st birthday and I knew that meeting me was the best present she could have ever asked for. Fast forward a few days later and her real birthday present showed up – our first date. And as they say, the rest is history. Now, a few years later, I am the luckiest man alive, marrying the most amazing woman in the world all thanks to that one fateful night at the pool hall.