In July of 2019, Calli had just gone on a horrible date, like, AWFUL. She had been promised dinner and drinks, but instead, found herself making spaghetti at this mans apartment with nothing but tomato sauce (not pasta sauce, tomato sauce), noodles, and frozen meatballs. Once the "dinner" was done, the man had apologized for not having napkins, so he went to his DIRTY LAUNDRY, grabbed a sock, and asked if she wanted one. Needless to say, they did not go on a second date. The next day, she went to a pool party with one of her friends at Detroit City Club apartments. At the party, as she was describing the horrible date she had been on the night before to a friend, a wildly handsome guy walked past. Apparently, Calli's friend knew him, and they stopped to say hello. His name was Ryan.

Through the rest of the party, Calli and Ryan found themselves bumping into each other, and at one point Ryan offered to switch his drink with hers, since he had the better Whiteclaw flavor. Calli was hooked from that moment on. They had been so enraptured in the other's company that they didn't even notice the entire party had ended, and they were the last two in the pool.

Of course, when they finally decided to find where the party had gone, Calli's phone had disappeared. Ryan spent hours walking to every floor of the apartment building with Calli, calling her phone and listening for a phone ringer. He even gave her a piggy back ride up some of the stairs, and made a joke to someone asking if they "had seen his girlfriend's phone". A few days later, they went on their first official date to Ottava Via, and the rest is history!