Our Story
In 2018, my wife had a dream.
In 2026, I built it for her.
In February of 2018, my wife Amanda sat at our kitchen table in Kennesaw, Georgia, and wrote a forty-page business plan in longhand. It was called POESN — Plus-One Events Social Network. It was an app for finding someone to go to things with. A wedding. A concert. A walk in Piedmont Park. She'd seen too many people swiping into oblivion and going home alone, and she had an idea for something better.
She tried to get it built. She talked to developers. She filed a trademark. She did a magazine feature. And then — life. Two kids. A career. The kind of slow, beautiful avalanche of years that buries dreams under daily love.
But Amanda never threw away the plan.
Eight years later, in the summer of 2026, two things happened at once. The first was that artificial intelligence finally got good enough to do what Amanda had imagined: not just match people, but understand them. The second was that I sat across from my wife one night and said, "What if I built it now?"
She said "It'd have to be done right."
I said "Then we'll do it right."
This is that.
She didn't want another dating app.
She wanted a matchmaker.