I met my husband the old fashioned way. In person. For someone who treated online dating like an Olympic sport, I am still surprised I met my husband this way. No swiping. No pre-date texting to analyze his grammar and emoji usage. In the modern dating world, meeting IRL seems sort of unusual, doesn’t it? After swiping through every eligible bachelor within a 20 mile radius, I thought I had seen every single or pretending-to-be single man. And then one day there he was: this tall, bald man wearing his giant headphones and his signature zip up hoodie, walking his dog in front of my condo. He was my adorable neighbor two doors down, the single dad with the cute little girl and the black Goldendoodle.

I met my husband, Tim on Match.com. He likes to tell a story to anyone that asks how we met, that he was pole dancing and stripping down on the Block and I was the prosecutor in court after he was arrested.  He really gets into the story (he is quite the storyteller!) and even throws in some moves.  He has his schtick down.  It’s always good for a laugh or two, but when I cut in and tell people we met on Match.com they are often incredulous.