This is the origin story of how I met my future husband (he doesn't know it yet).

Act 1: I was just relaxing when she walked in wearing a tank top that looked like she was about to file for divorce.

Act 2: She lifted 200 kg in squats as if it were just a warm-up.

Act 3: Our eyes met for 0.8 seconds and I immediately started reciting the names of our future dogs.

Every repetition she did felt like a declaration of love. Every moan sounded like "grow old with me."

It felt like I was watching a romance montage while pretending to flex my hip muscles.

Now every empty squat rack brings back a Vietnam flashback to the best four minutes of my life.

I still don't know her name, but I'm already planning our wedding playlist (all 2014 EDM and Lana Del Rey).

Someday I'll say "nice depth of sound" without sounding like I need an epinephrine shot.

Until then, I'm living in my own cinematic universe where we share earbuds and she calls me "good girl" between sets. The vision is 8K, the content is premium.