Our first date was at Joyride in Gilbert, where we connected over margaritas, queso, and endless laughter—a combination I didn’t realize would become a staple of our relationship.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and what started as two strangers meeting for the first time quickly turned into a night we didn’t want to end.

About the time we decided we should say goodbye, a live rendition of Making Me Look Good Again lured us across the street to Whiskey Row. One song turned into another, and before we knew it, we were singing, swaying, and closing down the bar.

Best first date ever. Did it have to end?

Unfortunately, yes—I had an early flight back home the next morning.

The next day, Max sent a text: “Time to plan round two.”

And just like that, a months-long back-and-forth between Arizona and Washington began. I was tied to my job in Maple Valley, and Max was busy with Spring Training. Somehow, we found the time.

We explored my favorite hometown spots, took road trips around Arizona (our third date was to the Grand Canyon!), and lingered over slow mornings with coffee.

We didn't know what this could turn into, but we both knew that life was just better when the other was in it.

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