It all started one rainy night at Denino’s Pizza in Port Richmond, Staten Island. Robert’s rationale for a first date at a pizzeria was simple, if it was an awful first date at least he still got a slice of pizza out of it. Luckily, it wasn’t awful at all! The waitress came back to the table three times to take our order because we couldn’t stop talking to each other. We finally settled on a half white, half sausage pie, followed by Ralph’s ices across the street like any respectable Denino’s patron. I can still remember the feeling I got as soon as I walked through those doors and saw him. The only way I can describe it is in the words of Francis Coppola: “And then Johnny Fontane comes along with his olive oil voice and guinea charm, and she runs off.” But I didn’t run off! I stayed and almost five years later we’re getting married!