Matt and I met in Jackson Hole, Wyoming over the 4th of July in 2015. I was living in New York City at the time and visiting a friend in Jackson. On the eve of July 4th, at The Million Dollar Cowboy Bar (the kitschy western bar in town), while purchasing one too many Gin + Tonics, Matt dropped his money clip and his credit cards went flying all over the floor of the crowded bar. I bent down to pick up his cards, not yet knowing who they belonged to, and locked eyes with the handsome owner. ...