My wife and I met some 18 years ago during my freshman year in college. She was a sophomore and we were both on the swim team. We got to know and like each other gradually throughout the swim season. We didn’t date for the first four months but went to dinner on a regular basis with the rest of the swim team. She was an absolute joy to be around and everybody loved to hear her wacky stories. Her zest for life was contagious and I gradually fell under her spell. Her beauty and bubbly personality were apparent to everyone and I was hooked.

Our conversations would continue at the school library where my suitemates and I were usually sequestered studying and goofing off. It was always amusing to me that she never studied while she was there. More than once we had to be shooshed by other library goers. I would only find out later that she was only there to see me. She was stalking me! Surprisingly, my future wife, a future teacher no less, wasn’t much of a library person.

So the library of all places turned out to be an incredibly fun place to be. I loved making her laugh out loud and she loved to laugh. My wife sacrificed her reputation as a non-nerd to come and see me. I felt like I could be myself around her and she felt the same. Needless to say, she was making quite the impression on me. 

Of course, the real sparks didn’t fly until Valentine’s Day. I’ll fill you in on the next post, so stay tuned.

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