I don’t always tell people the story of how I met my husband. It’s a little too meet-cutey to the point that I feel no one would believe it’s how it actually happened. But, it did indeed. I was there.
When it comes to “How We Met” stories, everyone knows that movies blow these out of proportion. Who actually has a meet-cute? No one even meets at coffee shops or bookstores anymore; it’s all online.
But this story, to the chagrin of the woman involved, is actually the stuff that movies are made of. It’s the start of something big that neither person was anticipating. It’s the closest to “love at first sight” that makes any sense.
We begin in a college town, a month or so into sophomore year.
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