New Year's Eve 2019. I had cancelled my plans to go to Cincinnati last minute and decided to stay in Columbus to spend time with my girlfriends instead. We put on our finest thrifted faux fur coats and headed over to Sawyer Junge's apartment for a New Year's Eve bash. I was in the middle of showing off my extremely impressive athletic abilities during an intense game of beer pong when I noticed a blue-eyed boy walk thru the door.

Adam Endicott.

I knew of him, but didn't realize how stinkin' handsome he was. He had approached the pong table to introduce himself with his Golden Retriever energy. Due to my father listening to the TV at max volume during my formative years, my hearing isn't the best. I had thought Adam told me he had pooped his pants. After receiving a concerned look, I quickly realized that was in fact not what he was trying to tell me, and he walked away.

I blew it.

The group decided to continue the evening at one of Columbus' finest establishments, Brothers. My friends and I danced the night away without a care in the world. Until it was time for that darn ball to drop. I felt like I was trapped inside of a John Hughes movie as the lead actress who didn't get asked to Prom. Everyone around me was lip locked and smooching while Bruno Mars blared in the background. Well, almost everyone. The blue-eyed boy was standing in the corner on the phone, definitely calling a girl back in BG. (Later to find out he was calling his dad to wish him a happy birthday like the good son he is).

I continued on in my awkwardness and decided to steal some balloons to suck out the helium. It's shocking I was single at this juncture, I know.

As I was giggling to myself in a high-pitched voice, I felt someone come up to my side.

Adam.

My pooping of the pants comment, subpar at best dance moves, and awkwardness didn't scare him off after all.

For the rest of the evening we laughed, shared stories, and asked each other no less than 500 questions.

I knew he had to return to Bowling Green where he was living at the time, but I couldn't let this be the end. After patiently waiting 12 hours for him to reach out, I couldn't sit back any longer. I knew I had to make the first move. I took my talents to Instagram messenger where I sent the most romantic message since Shakespearean times- "Hi, can I have two cheesy crunchies, please?"

And here we are today, over 5 years later, still no cheesy crunchies, but more love than I could've ever imagined.

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