Boulder, 2013. A quiet Friday night in late September. Collin, a fresh transplant, was looking for something familiar. Laura, living in Oregon at the time, was visiting home and wanted to see old friends. And so they both wound their way through the maze of stairs to the basement of Carlson gym for the CU tango club. She watched this newcomer dance, and thought, “Damn he’s cute. I must dance with him and find out more”. He snuck glances at her, and thought “Damn, she can dance. I need to find out more about her.” After several songs of twists, turns, laugher, and discussion, they were smitten.
It was a fleeting moment though, and it seemed they would not meet again, as Laura returned to Oregon shortly after.
Fortunately, all of Laura’s life plans fell through. She ended up back in Boulder by the end of year. It was with this opportunity, a little luck, and deliberate conniving, that they found each other once more.
Since then they've gone on many adventures together: backpacking through the wilderness with their trusty pup Neko, bumming around Iceland living out of a car because it’s just much too expensive there, supporting each other through the trials and tribulations of grad school, and most recently, venturing through New York. They know though, this is only the beginning.