I decided on whim just before Graduation that I would move to the Newport area to take a part time job coaching field hockey at Salve Regina University. Ballsy yes, seeing as I knew NO ONE (all my friends were either going to grad school or moving to Boston) and I had no solid income and a whopping $50 in my bank account.

The day I moved to Middletown, RI, I received a text from a college buddy (shout out to Dylan Stone) who caught wind I was moving into his hometown and asked if I wanted to go out and meet up with some of his friends. HELL YES I did, I needed friends, and I needed them yesterday. Also, hoping that since he was a guy and most likely would have guy friends in tow, I could bum a drink or several since I was broke.

I planned to meet Dylan and said friends at KJ's - a mere 4 minute walk from my adorable apartment (when I say adorable I really mean very ugly 70's themed orange shag rug and haunted apartment) - I know you are all just LOVING my completely irrelevant side notes to my story that could have been summed up in paragraph one right?

..... anywhos - so I take my time getting there since I definitely do not want to be early. I walk into KJ's, to find a couple sitting at the bar . Yep. - just an odd looking couple sitting at a dimly lit bar -that was it. Needless to say I went into panic mode and million senseless thoughts of rage went through my head. All to quickly fade when I hear "Hey, you must be looking for Dylan!" .... my reply... I have no idea, probably something way to pitchy and incomprehensible... I mean I was seeing my future husband for the first time!

"You must be looking for Dylan…" Six words that I had NO idea what I was getting myself in to that night.

Myself and a crew of hometown buddies head to KJ's Bar to get some apps, have some beers, and play some pool and darts before heading in to Newport for the night. I finish beer #4 and am feeling pretty good. Hell, I wasn't driving that night so I walked over to the bar by myself to get another round. Standing at the bar that had an older couple sipping their chardonnays, I anxiously wait for the bartender to return from the kitchen, needing to keep this buzz going.

I hear the door of the bar shut and I turn around and see a girl walk in alone. "Woah, she's way too attractive to be showing up to a dive bar like this alone… must be waiting on her boyfriend" – I think in my head, and don't think much of it. I stand waiting for a couple more minutes, and still notice that this girl hasn't approached the bar, is pacing, looking at her phone, and quite honestly, looks like she's about to start sweating through her shirt.

FINALLY, the bartender comes out, and I order my two drinks. After paying for the drinks, all of a sudden, my mind clicks and I remember Dylan saying that a college friend of his is meeting us that night – THAT MUST BE HER!

I give a little smile and catch her eye and let the most eloquent pick up line mankind has ever heard come sliding out of my mouth: "You must be looking for Dylan…"

(Probably should have bought her a drink right then and there but I was never that smoothe at picking up girls)