We met at our favorite bar in Falls Church - Clare and Dons Beach Shack. He was checking IDs and asked for mine. I went up to the owner, David, and joked about his doorman asking regulars for IDs. David laughed and said I would probably end up marrying him one day. We ended up hitting it off - he was extremely funny. By the end of the night, I was smitten and he was definitely in love. I wrote my number down on a napkin and attempted to give it to him, but he tossed it in the trash. He claims he thought I was handing him garbage. Lucky for him, I wasn’t leaving without the exchange. He reached out first, later that night, and really sealed the deal with the following romantic question: “What up, bum?” 10 years later, giving him my number still remains the best decision I ever made. Well, David, you were right. I’m marrying that amazing man.