We met shoveling sand together at our law school’s orientation volunteer project! Neither of us remember exact details, but I feel strongly that Frank was the chivalrous guy who helped me empty my wheelbarrow of sand into the stables. Our friend groups eventually began to merge and we really hit it off on a bowling night with our buddies. I bet Frank that I could beat him, so he upped the ante by suggesting that the loser should buy the winner a drink. (Frank won.) Frank asked me on our first date a week later, where I made good on the bet by buying him a drink. 🤍