He says: Kathryn picked me up in a bar, got me drunk, took me home, and dropped me off at a random street corner.

She says: He’s right, but there’s a bit more to it. We met through mutual friends at Redbones, the BBQ place in Davis Square. From there, we went to a bar, I got him drunk, and I drove him home.

Regarding the ‘random street corner’ bit, he must have had a premonition about my horrible sense of direction. The area John lived in at the time was a little hard to navigate, so we drove past his apartment until I got my bearings. When he said, ‘You can let me out here’, I did. And, yes, it was a pretty random street corner. We exchanged business cards and I emailed him the following week and invited him to meet me for drinks. The rest, I guess, is history…