It was a Saturday morning, 5AM, 3 years ago. Brien was in SF from Seattle for the weekend. I, Joanna, had set my alarm the night before for 2AM. The plan was to get up at a leisurely pace and meet my new girlfriend, Kristine, at the End Up for a late night dance party. I slept through the alarm. At 3:30, I bolted up and threw on the same clothes I'd worn the day before. I flew out of the house and got to the club at 4:00. Kristine had called to say she couldn't rally herself out of bed. So, I was there alone. I ate some molly and started dancing. At 5AM, Brien appears at the entrance. He's with a friend. I say to myself, "Now, there's a nice looking gay couple". (If you don't know, The End Up used to be predominantly LGBT.) By about 5:30, Brien was standing next to me on the dance floor. By 5:32, his tongue was in my mouth. He told me he lived in Seattle and I thought, "Perfect. I will now allow myself to fall completely, madly in love with this man." I invited him back to my house for some Tequila. The next day Brien flew out of SFO. Two days after that my one-night stand was back in SF and we've been together ever since.