Weston: "One time, we were grocery shopping and Matt was looking down at an item he had picked up, and would have walked head first into a pole if I hadn't stopped him at the last minute."

Matt: "We had just moved into our townhome and Weston's cousin Colette had gifted us a vacuum cleaner. We'd left something in the bottom of this really long box, and Weston was desperately trying to reach it. The box was so big, it swallowed him whole."

Weston: "Matt nearly burned down the entire townhome while trying to fry a single piece of catfish."

Matt: "After this, I was forbidden from frying anything in our house ever again."

Matt: "During our trip to New York, we decided to take a walk through Central Park. We got utterly and completely lost. We stumbled upon two boys, barely high school age, who quickly but unsuccessfully tried to hide the apparently broken weed pen they were smoking. We played it cool, and they generously offered to show us the way out of the park if Wes would agree to get their weed pen working again."

Weston: "To my great disappointment, I was unsuccessful at getting their weed pen to work."

Matt: "Luckily, they still showed us out."

Matt: "Early on while we were dating, I invited Weston to join me at my church's young adults bar trivia night. He'd just gotten off work at the HIV prevention agency. He burst into the room, took a handful of condoms out of his coat pocket, and threw them up in the air like confetti to announce his arrival. This, apparently, is a defining memory of my church friends meeting Weston."

Weston: "Matt likes to pretend he doesn't fart in his sleep."

Matt: "Weston likes to pretend he doesn't snore."

Matt: "Less than a year into our relationship, I had to travel to Athens, Greece, for work. Weston and I were apart for 10 days. When he picked me up from the airport, he stopped the car dead in the middle of the pick-up lane, jumped out of the car, and ran to give me the biggest hug I've ever gotten."

Weston: "We were on the search for, walking, and trying to find the closest liquor store in Guadalajara, Mexico. Matt, who happens to be de facto navigator in our relationship (for the most part) took us through the most busted, sketchy, and filth-nasty open-air distribution center in the city. It seemed to stretch miles. Delivery trucks were being loaded, unloaded, coming, and going — and I thought we could easily be like one of those crates of plantains. Our guardian angels were a short woman and her toddler who meandered us safely to passage."

Matt: "It was one of the first times I took Weston to my church. It happened to be Reformation Sunday, I think. One of the hymns was written by Martin Luther. Weston looked down at the order of service, pointed at Luther's name, and looked up at me with his sly, sarcastic smirk, and asked, 'The heretic?!'"

Weston: "Matt is a wonderful cook and knows his way around the kitchen. I enjoy his cooking and enjoy cooking with him as well. But he can be a bit of a diva and likes his space in the kitchen, aka his domain. Little does he know, when we move into our quaint home, the kitchen is mine."

Matt: "Weston can happily and easily have the kitchen once I get my little garden shed in the backyard."

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