In 2012, Sara (my bridesmaid/best friend) and I moved into a house in the foggy Outer Sunset district of San Francisco, CA while finishing up our last few years of college at San Francisco State University. A couple months later, 6 college guys moved directly across the street from us into what they famously referred to as "1559" and "the Lawton House."

While Sara and I were much too shy to try and become pals, we would occasionally say hi and I would notice one guy that seemed extra cute (yes you guessed it - Matt!).

One day... about 6 months after the guys moved in... my dad was dropping me off after a nice dinner (where I may have had one too many), and he asked, "so those guys across the street, you talk to any of them," and I replied, "ew no." But of course as soon as I got out of the car I noticed the guys were exiting their front door and I yelled very loudly across the street, "IS FELIX HOME?" Apparently he wasn't but guess who was...

Matt ran across the street, came over to me, and said, "Felix isn't home, but we're having a party tonight if you want to come over, can I get your number?" I couldn't believe the guy I had a crush on for a while was finally paying attention. So of course I played it cool, gave him my number, but said I was tired (god knows how many glasses of wine I drank earlier), and that I wasn't sure I'd make it out.

Sure enough the wine hit me and I passed out not long after I got inside my house, but I was ecstatic to find a text from him the next morning letting me know I was still welcome over. I texted him back letting him know I fell asleep, blah blah blah, and he said, "We're having another party tonight, you should come over." So I did... but noticed, it was more a small get together and later on found it was just an excuse to hang out... :).

Anyways, the rest is history. After that we spent nearly every day together. We were, and have continued to be, the best of friends.

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