Our Story

My last first date, the night I met David, was the best date I had ever been on. And no, not just because I had planned it. First, he arrived before me and had already found the entrance to our speakeasy; a very good sign in my book and an early indication of the type of person David is (thoughtful, proactive, & I’d later learn, nearsighted like me). From there, the night only got better. David ordered something that came in a very big, very fun Tiki glass and this was another very good sign. He was clearly confident but more importantly, he was playful and ready to have a good time! And boy did we have one. We excitedly talked about shared interests, bonding over Twitter, music, and our love of animals — dogs in particular. From his Bumble profile, I knew David had a dog, and after 2 rum-based cocktails, I knew meeting her was nonnegotiable. What David didn’t know was that while he was in the bathroom, I asked the waitress to bring us (i.e. HIM) the check — this was a first date after all! She laughed, telling me that she could tell it was a first date but that we looked good together. David offered a third round of drinks before graciously paying. More and more good signs. Back at David’s PB apartment — with his roommate Jono “coincidentally” out of sight — I met Daisy (David’s 1-year old pitbull) and we played Mario Kart over beers. Daisy was sweet and so well behaved and David didn’t let me win at MarioKart despite my cheat-tactics and obvious flirting: good sign, good sign, good sign. (Months later, I’d learn David had no idea I had been flirting with him, he was in the zone and not about to surrender a win!). By the end of our first date, I knew there would be a second and likely a third. I didn’t know where these dates would take us but when I snuck a picture of David asking Daisy to do tricks for me, I do remember thinking “this one’s for the grandkids”. The Pictures in Question:

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