It was a blind date. My best friend wanted me to date her boyfriend's friend. He was away at school but would be home in a week or so. (We'd gone to high school together but had somehow missed each other.) I didn't really want to. I didn't know him . . . I'd been set up before . . . it hadn't gone so well. . .
But she's stubborn and annoying, and I love her and wanted her to leave me alone, so I said, "Yes."
It was June 11th, 1994 when he walked into my living room for the first time. We went with my best friend and her boyfriend to a park and then putt-putting and back to her house for hot dogs over the fire and s'mores. We sat on blankets and watched the stars and lightning in the distance. He told stories and made me laugh. He asked me out again, and I said, "Yes."