Brad and I started dating in September of 2004. I had seen him around campus before but never had a conversation with him. We sang in the choir together, had a class together, and had likely crossed paths dozens of times in between. Early on in our relationship, we confessed that we were relieved the timing worked out the way it did. In our early college years, we were busy making bad dating choices, getting our hearts broken, and piecing them back together. But in September of 2004, one simple act, which could have meant nothing just months earlier, caused a spark between us. I was walking across campus, headed to the music hall, when a rogue frisbee landed at my feet. Not being much of a frisbee player, I wasn't entirely sure what to do, but I bravely picked up the disc and made a once-in-a-lifetime perfect toss (is that even what it's called?) to this tall, skinny guy with dreamy blue-green eyes and lashes that went on for days. As I went on my way, quietly rejoicing that I didn't make myself look like an idiot, Brad was apparently already sure he wanted to ask me out. I unknowingly made it difficult for him. He tried and tried without any luck because he couldn't get me to stand still long enough to get to the asking-out part of our little chats. And then one day, like a jerk, I asked him out by complete accident like it was no big deal. I didn't even do it on purpose. Brad was understandably frustrated, especially since it wasn't clear that I knew this was going to be a date. It wasn't until I was getting ready to meet up with him that I realized it felt like more than just hanging out with a friend. So, I showered, did my hair, spritzed on some perfume (let's be honest: it was probably some fruity-scented body spray) and headed out the door. We went and saw the show I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change (the perfect first-date ice-breaker) and showed up wearing identical outfits: black shirts and jeans. Embarrassingly endearing? Then we enjoyed a late night snack at the campus café and when we parted ways, we were both sporting giddy grins because we hoped this was the beginning of something great.