It was a clear black night, a clear white moon.... a man sat alone on a stage with his guitar, singing to the crowd at Kelowna's hottest open mic-night. Each singer got a three song set, and a three song set only. He wraps up an amazing rendition of Wonderwall and he looks out into the audience asking if there are any requests for his third and final song.

She couldn't believe her luck! Maybe, just maybe, this smokin' hot music dude was also a man of her soul and knew an Ian Tyson classic. She shouts out, "Play Navajo Rug!"

He stares blankly at her. "Nope, don't know it," and decides to go with Your Body is a Wonderland, trying to redeem himself.

Back-to-back fails, but damn, he was a stud.

The set ends and the next singer heads towards the stage. Time for another beer. As she is ordering one, smokin' hot music dude comes up beside her! Aside from her peculiar song request, she was the most beautiful woman he had even seen. He asks her about her song request, promising he will learn it if she'll go on a date with him.

Oooook, we’re just kidding. Aaron would obviously never sing Wonderwall......but that is how we eventually would have met. Bumble just beat us to the punch, or the song.

How it really happened: Michelle had just moved to Kelowna and was looking for ways to meet a real man (her words). Aaron was trying to find a woman with some fire and passion. Either way, they both decided to give Bumble a try. No expectations - just give it a shot and have some fun. Ya never know right?

After a lot of left swipes, they both finally swept right. Bumble rules = girl messages first.

Michelle: “What song are you playing there, Justin Beiber?” Referring to Aaron’s guitar pic, a sure winner.

Aaron: “How’d you know? I’m actually on here trying to find a sexy lead singer for my band. It looks like you check off one of those boxes, but how are your pipes?”

Michelle: “I’m not much of a singer (true) but I can dance?”

Aaron: “There could be room for a dancer, should I have my people contact your people?”

Michelle: “Sure, you can have them call my manager. Her number is: XXX-XXX-XXXX."

Not that you can judge a mate by a bumble conversion, but the banter set the stage for the first date. Golfing! Michelle’s friends advised against this. “What if he's a dud? You’ll have to spend four hours with the guy!”

She decided to risk it.

Aaron was in the pro shop loading up on balls since he loses at least ten a round, when Michelle walked in the doors - a tall, stunning brunette. Aaron didn’t know her yet, but he could already sense the fire and passion in those blue eyes. As soon as they locked eyes, their reactions were the same- “Fuck, he is a smokin' hot music dude. Fuck, she is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I’m in trouble” - as if they imagined the bumble pictures might not be an accurate depiction.

About an hour into the round, several beers, and some heavy flirting, Aaron decided to make his move. By this point Michelle had already played a hole in bare feet and danced for Aaron. That’s what happens when you’re losing crab, snake, AND fish. Finally a par three came up...Aaron said, “I really want to kiss you. How bout if I get closest to the pin, I get to kiss you?” Obviously he was hoping this was a fail safe bet, ending the same way regardless of the shot.

“Deal,” Michelle replied.

Since Michelle shot from the red tees, Aaron went first. What happened? Stuck it within ten feet! Michelle choked - obviously - because she wanted the kiss.

The fireworks went off long into the night, golf turned into trivia night, trivia night turned into a parking lot make- out from a movie scene. Yep, they were both in trouble.

Long story long....two valentine's days later, Aaron is standing in the living room in his tight ass underwear, a cowboy hat and his guitar.

Michelle is sitting in front of him, tearing up, as he finally starts to sing Navajo Rug.

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