Our story begins with an intense game of glow in the dark capture the flag. With no strategy in mind, armed with only their shamelessly arrogant confidence, Julia and friends made their way to the football field for what they were certain would be a swift victory.

Julia immediately clocked Trevor from across the field. At 6’8 he was just her type, tall, handsome, goofy. VERY tall.

“nice” She thought.

She did wonder why he was wearing jeans to play capture the flag.

When the game began Julia attempted to sneak up the left side of the field toward the flag in the end zone. She didn’t make it far before the looming, jeans-clad figure cut off her line to the goal.

“he’ll be slow. I got this.” She thought, as she turned and ran for the safety of her home side.

“why did I wear jeans?” He thought, as he took off in pursuit.

The pair rapidly approached the center line. Julia, who was already drafting premature one liners to talk shit to the tall stranger when she bested him (modern flirtation at its finest), hadn’t noticed he was closing in.

“You’re gonna have to be faster than that.”

Trevor said as he tagged her just before she crossed the line. She turned, giving him a withering look.

“Asshole.” She muttered as she walked to the jail box, accepting defeat with grace and poise as always.

Vengeance came in the form of a nickname. Following the grave mistake of tagging an overly competitive volleyball player with a vindictive streak and a huge crush on him, and having worn jeans to play capture the flag, Trevor became known as ‘pants guy’

At Christmas time seven years later, ‘pants guy’ got down on one knee and asked to be promoted to ‘pants husband’, and Julia, ever the romantic, said:

‘Yes! Yes dickhead!’