Our Story
July 15, 2015
With one small wave of the finger, they each swipe right... it's a match. They chat and plan to meet for drinks after work. She thinks 6:00 pm. He thinks 8:00 pm. She schedules another rendez-vous for dinner and they cancel their first date. Luckily, they re-schedule.
July 20, 2015
5:30 pm. She is on time. He is 15 minutes late. He walks around the corner. "This time no double-booking, I'm all yours this evening," she says. It's a smooth line. They sit outside on the boat deck, sip sangria, eat crab cakes, talk, laugh... for hours. Perhaps a bit cliche, but it's as if they have known each other forever. He suggests going across town to tacos. It's full — they go to a wine bar, the first of many shared cheese plates and wine. She suggests hookah — mint/rose, of course. Midnight. Corner of 1st and 1st — he leans in. She pulls back, looks at him, he smiles, she smiles, they share their first kiss. They walk into Macondo and eat empanadas.
July 21, 2015
She tells him she lives close to the beach on Long Island. They head to the beach. She is excited to show him the ocean and they have a fun-filled day in the sun. (Spoiler alert — years later he still thinks it's more of a lake rather than an ocean).
July 22, 2015
6:00 pm. He is on time. She is 5 minutes late. She walks around the corner. "I just couldn't wait one more second without seeing you," he says. It's a smooth line.
July 20 to July 22
A life-changing weekend, although they don't exactly know it at the time.
Three weeks later he leaves to go back to France. She invites herself to France in October. He moves to the US four months later. And that smooth line she said on the 20th, that smooth line he said on the 22nd. It's all become... real.