My courtship with Mr. Rooster was nontraditional, to say the least (read up on our bonerversary if you need to catch up). There was never a “first date,” nor can I remember the first song we danced to together. The period we spent getting to know each other was marbled with group dates, happy hour meetups, and conversations in the break room at work. But it all came to a head one night at a Corey Smith concert.
I remember the day Rooster asked me to go to the concert with him. It was the first time that I realized we were kinda, sorta, totally a thing. He stopped me in the hallway at work one June afternoon and asked what I was doing July 17th.