On our first date, I asked Lori 2 questions:
“Are you ‘family'”?
“Do you want one?”
After she finished chewing the undercooked pasta I had prepped, she answered:
“I don’t believe in labels.”
Not the answers I was looking for, but no harm in a few more meals together. After all, this was grad school, and I had plenty of time to find “the one.”
20+ years, 7 careers, 4 homes, and 3 kids later, Lori does most of the cooking, I ask most of the questions, and we’re still not sure how we ended up together.
But we’re having a blast.