..A few months later, after a few minor run-ins, we each attended a yoga class where we were the only ones besides the teacher. I went home after class to get some freelance work done -- so obviously, I immediately started wasting time on Facebook. I saw Kevin's profile and I sent him a friend request for no reason other than adding to my total number of Facebook friends. This, I’ve learned, was a mistake as Kevin now believes I was consumed with thoughts of him from day one, which is SO not true. Later that day, he accepted my friend request and replied with a message, stating, “That’s so crazy, I just logged on to stalk you, but it turns out, you’re obsessed with me!”

..His message made me laugh, but since it was completely untrue, I had to reply saying, “I was really just bored while working on a freelance project and happened to see that we had a friend in common.” Kevin responded with, “Did you get your freelance work done? Yes? Good. Let’s celebrate with drinks.” His message was confident, which I liked. I’ll admit, at that point my interest was piqued. We decided to go out that weekend and Kevin suggested we go ice skating in Santa Monica. Being from Minnesota, ice skating had no cool, kitsch factor in my mind. My memories of skating in the “land of 10,000 lakes” involved me standing (not skating) on a bumpy and cracked frozen pond in negative 10 degree weather. Basically, I wasn’t jumping for joy at the thought of reliving that experience! However, I didn’t want to downplay the fun date idea; it’s not every day someone wants to stray from the usual dinner and drinks routine so I agreed to go.

The night of our first date, Kevin picked me up and suggested we grab a drink first. “Ok!” I said, jumping way too quickly at the suggestion. I was excited to delay what I figured would be a debacle on ice. We headed to Cabo Cantina nearby and six hours later we were still there! We had so much fun talking that neither of us realized the skating rink had already closed! (Score for me.) Caught up in the moment at the end of the night, I challenged Kevin to steal one of our giant margarita glasses from the restaurant. This was my second mistake as it gave Kevin the opportunity to call upon my weakness for a dare. He agreed to sneak it out, but only if I stole the nearby water pitcher. Not one to step down from a challenge, I tucked the giant thing under my coat and walked out with a new souvenir of our first date, as did Kevin. While it may not have been love at first sight, it was definitely love at first date!