On an icy day in January 2018, with road closures and the day off, Moira redownloaded Bumble (a dating app) out of boredom. She'd only been swiping for about ten seconds when a familiar photo of a very handsome bearded man on a giant tricycle appeared. Why was he familiar? Because 8ish months earlier, before she deleted the app (again), she'd seen him and swiped right, hoping for a match. He didn't swipe back. But, she decided to give him another chance to make the correct decision (Zach would like to clarify he was not active on the app in Spring/Summer 2017). BOOM! They matched. After spending a full day messaging back and forth about egg flipping, shared asthma diagnoses, her parallel parking prowess, Highlander, and mead—Zach asked Moira on a date. Two days later, they were meeting on the curb in front of Austin's Firehouse Lounge. Zach's back was turned and when Moira tapped him on the shoulder, her first words were "Hi, I'm Moira. I promise I'm not crying." Because her eyes water when it's cold. Zach didn't mind. They got to talking and before they knew it, they'd shut down the bar. And even though Zach found out Moira wasn't as great of a parallel parker as she'd led him to believe, they both left knowing the other would be an important person in their life. Gross, right?