I met Lindsay when she was 28 years old and in crisis. We both worked for the same software consulting firm; we designed marketing databases for sales teams. Lindsay and I spent long days together, huddled in a client’s conference room, figuring out how to turn a 3.5 floppy disc into a sales machine that would sell more steel springs or more insurance policies. You know how it is with work buddies— you get to know each other real well. Lindsay had a plan. She wanted to be married by the time she turned thirty. Read next feature >