Wedding Date on Jun 6, 2020

So there we were, one hot summer in New York City, swiping left on an aggressively average dating pool. I was a lowly intern working 100 hours a week at an investment bank, and Katie was running the experiential show across the street at Condé Nast. We initially matched on The League and after a few days of fun banter, a day lapsed in between messages. That's right, our sizzle quickly faded to fizzle. Normally, in an online dating culture, that would have been the end of the story. Except it didn't quite go that way. The next day we matched again, on Hinge. This was a critical moment, a unicorn of an opportunity in digital compatibility. In a city of over 8 million people, we were once again paired up by an algorithm as potentially date-able. The stakes were high. The next steps would have to be handled delicately. A witty, engaging message crafted ever so eloquently would be the only real solution. It had to be perfect. Something that would inspire, something that would fit in a Nicholas Sparks novel. So after much deliberation, I came up with "2/2 on app connections. Gonna have to buy you a drink sometime." And so, I sent on this poetic request and waited patiently for a response, only checking my phone every 15 minutes. After a cool 21 hours, an equally bespoke message arrived from Katie: "I think you are going to have to buy that drink. Ha. Glad we matched again. Are you more of a beer, wine or cocktail guy?". Eureka! We had returned to digital sizzle and agreed to meet for drinks that weekend. Having only been in New York for about 6 weeks, I decided to leave nothing to chance when it came to selecting the location of our first date and sought out the expert advice of Yelp. I made a reservation at a Hell's Kitchen tapas restaurant, Bea. What we expected to last 45 minutes went over 2 hours and ended with a goodnight kiss on a New York City street corner in the rain. And the rest, as they say, is history.