It all started the old-fashioned way at Bowl America — the peak of romantic ambiance, complete with stinky bowling shoes and neon lights. A mutual friend brought us together that night, and let's just say G immediately went into scheming mode.

Determined to make his move, he strategically found his way into a group hangout under the excuse of helping her friend with her car. From there, he worked his way into the group chat, which eventually led to our first date at Sweetwater Tavern.

It happened completely organically — and like any great love story (or fine wine), it has only gotten better with time.