The story

"The Story" is always a staple of adult conversation around Stately LLama Manor when meeting new couples or getting to know others better---"The Story" of course being shorthand for the "how you met" saga. I'm sure anthropologists could explain why "The Story" is so important socially, but I like them because, well, I like a good story, the more preposterous the better. This probably has something to do with the first date The Dear One and I had, which involved going to see "Die Hard II" on July 5, 1990. I love "The Story" of others mainly because the fact that I got a second date seems in and of itself nothing short of a miracle. (Apparently, I'm not the only one to share that view) I mean, it wasn't exactly, "You had me at 'Preheat the oven to 425....'", but, come on...)

Anyhoo, our old pal Jordana over at Curmudgeonry is sharing her Story, and it's much more romantic than, well, Bruce Willis thwarting terrorists at Dulles.

Consider this an open thread. I wasn't present for Robbo and the Missus's first date, but for their second one (which, if memory serves correctly, I went on an extended inebriated rant about how much I hated Oldsmobiles....) I mean, when it comes down to it, not only is it a miracle that I have any children let alone the love and devotion of The Dear One, it's a minor miracle I have any friends at all.