It all started with a match on Hinge—and a bold Instagram message about the Tampa Bay Lightning's opening game in 2019. "October 3rd, you going?" I asked Spencer, and just like that, our story began.

Our first date was set for the fanciest spot I could think of after my late work shift: Applebee’s at 11 PM. We barely touched our food, spent hours talking, and eventually got kicked out when they closed. Not ready to say goodbye, we continued our conversation in my car until 5 AM.

The following week, I invited Spencer to a Chris Young concert. On the drive home, we were in a car accident, and I had to be taken to the hospital for a neck injury. Before Spencer could even find out where they were taking me, the ambulance sped off. Determined, he flagged down a sheriff, got the details, and found his way to me at St. Joseph’s Hospital in Tampa.

When he walked into my hospital room, he said, "I told the cop you were my girlfriend." I smiled and said, "I told the nurses you were my boyfriend." We looked at each other and agreed—"Okay, we're official."

The next day, I (basically) moved into Spencer’s apartment... and we’ve been inseparable ever since.