I described my dream husband to a room of strangers and one of them said I had to meet her brother. Now I'm married to him.

Courtesy of Jenay Frost/Vision Photography

I sat cross-legged on my small Indiana apartment floor and sent a "this isn't working" text to the guy I had been dating for the last three months. It was 2008, and at 23, I was done settling. While my fellow grad school classmates were mapping out their career paths, I was secretly making a different kind of plan, one that I was almost too embarrassed to admit out loud.