kayla's perspective:
One lonesome Monday evening, I was invited to Dat Dog by a friend to watch the Saints play. Being enthralled in the pathetic displays of the game, I completely missed Sarah sitting only a few feet away the entire time.
It's all right, though. A few months later, we met again at that same friend's birthday party and hit it off. Realizing that we lived next door to each other and could literally see into each other's bedrooms, we started taping notes to each other in the windows. Sarah was really into me -- it was pretty obvious.
After a botched attempt to attend Sarah's birthday party, I extended an invitation for some fries and drinks at Dat Dog (I'm a creature of habit) and BOOM -- fireworks! Initially, neither of us knew if it was an actual date, but after Sarah's relentless flirting, it became clear.
4 years, a 1200-mile move, a hike through Iceland, and a new puppy later -- here we are.