His version: Our story began in the traditional manner, drunk at a wedding. In May 2016, Laura boarded a plane to the United States from Australia to attend the wedding of Paul and Becca. Little did she know, she would be boarding that very same plane a few weeks later to come back and visit me. But I think I've already gotten a little ahead of myself. Our story is my favorite story to tell. It started a few weeks earlier, at the Kezar sports bar in San Francisco. I had been out all day with my highly productive roommates drinking beer and playing disc golf for 6 hours when I decided to meet up with Paul and Becca and watch the Warriors game at a bar. Paul failed to mention that Laura, Becca's extremely attractive Australian friend, had already arrived from Australia a week early and was conveinently newly single. When I arrived with my roommate Trevor, who was absolutely tanked, I saw this stunning girl sitting with Paul and Becca I went into complete panic mode. You see, I was the best man in this wedding and had been briefed on all suitable bridesmaids and was NOT mentally prepared to start spitting game this early let alone my current state of slight inebriation. But my roommate Trevor, with the aid of 9 beers, was. The entire time at the bar, Trevor drunkedly did his best to impress, while I played the long game of not saying a single word for 2 hours. Who knew Laura was into mutes? After surviving our first meeting by going into stealth mode to avoid saying something stupid, I got my second chance a few days before the wedding while cutting out the menu's for the big day. In typical Laura fashion, she had a lot to say about my scissor technique and pretty much everything else I did. What she wasn't prepared for, is me finding my voice to throw it right back at her. After a few hours of flirting, I came home to my roommate James on cloud nine and looked at him and said "I think the hot Australian girl...likes me?????" to which he replied enthusiastically "YES KYLE". Fast forward to the big night for me (oh, and Paul and Becca) I gave a solid speech in a sharp suit with a lot of sarcasm that was hook/line/sinker for the Aussie. A few beers and champagnes later, I couldn't help but notice Laura following me around the dance floor all night. A quick trip to the after party bar lead to some very dangerous celebratory shots for my recent college graduation. Luckily, the great wingman Todd, asked Laura to distract me which she interpreted as take me to the dance floor for our first kiss. I'd like to think this was no accident and she understood the assignment. We were inseperable for the next 48 hours which was an adventure in itself. It included a lunch with my parents, mexican flea market, broken down truck, and a few ice creams in San Francisco.

Her version: Our story is a romcom script to a tee - and I love it.

I first met Kyle at a sports bar in San Francisco. He was a mute, who made no eye contact (still not sure how this occurred knowing Kyle today). I ended up talking to his friend Trevor who was sitting next to me absolutely hammered, ordering every ‘extra’ ingredient possible to his hamburger as a sign of his machoness.

I then met Kyle a second time, a few nights before Becca’s wedding as we had both been brought in for manual labour of cutting menus. He spoke. But we really just made fun of each other and ridiculed each other's cutting skills. Mine were better.

At the wedding I knew very few people, so I hung out with the bridesmaids and nominated Kyle as my drinking and cookie buddy. We were entrusted to get each other drinks and cookies. After a few dances, I realised that Kyle could also become the protector of my phone as I had no pockets, this new trusting role, quickly developed into being my bus buddy on the way to the after party. When we arrived at the after party, his brother Todd asked me to distract Kyle as he wanted to buy a round of shots to celebrate Kyle graduating college. This I could do easily. I went right up to him on the dance floor and kissed him. Boom. Easily distracted. My job was complete.

The following day our film script just got more creative. I kept Kyle to his word that he would drive me back the next day. We got in the truck. He forgot his suitcase. We picked up some hydrolite (pedolite). We had our first lunch date with his mum, Pam and step dad, Bob in tow. Nothing like a first date with the in-laws. We stopped at a flea market and for some unknown reason bought a penguin phone charger. We got back in the truck and started driving down the highway only to hear Kyle go ‘Oh no’. The truck started to choke and hop. We broke down. Kyle's phone had died. My phone was useless as I didn’t have international roaming. But luckily we had just bought this charger, which plugged into his laptop (which was also on the fringe of death) to call a tow truck. After a few hours we got towed by a lovely Ethiopian guy who was talking to us about the wedding he just went to with almost 1000 people, he then turned to us and said ‘when are you two getting married?’. We looked at each other and just went with it. We told him that we were looking into places but hadn't set a date yet. We carried this story onto our uber driver who had to drive us all the way back to San Francisco. When we finally arrived back at Becca’s and Paul's, after 8 hours of chaos, we calmly informed them that we too would be getting married.

And the rest my friends, is history.