It was October 2012, the Cardinals were in the playoffs, and St. Louisans had flocked to the hundreds of bars in St. Louis that were showing the Cards game that night. David's friend Jeff suggested they go to a bar in the Tower Grove neighborhood to watch the game and meet up with another friend of his. I had plans to watch the game there too, with some friends of mine. As it turns out, David's friends and my friends knew each other, and introduced us. We hit it off immediately, in our own awkward way. After getting to know each other over a few hours, David was clumsy enough to spill a drink on me, which is my favorite part of the story to tell. By some miracle I still liked David enough to continue hanging out with him and eventually even go on a date with him a few weeks later.