How I Met My Wife…

I was 18 years old.

I met my wife in a restaurant called Pizza Den. She was sitting in a booth with her sister (who I knew casually) saw her and thought she was adorable.

Sat down across from them at the booth they were at and said “Hi!” to D (now my sister-in-law) but never even looked at her. Staring directly at her sister (now my wife) I said, “Holy cow, D! Who’s that!?”

D said “This is my sister L.”

I said, “Great. Don’t you have someone else you can go talk to right now?”

The rest is history.

That is precisely how it happened. My wife has denied the story for years. Recently, the SIL backed me up.

Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all.

Take that Mullahs!