Yesterday was the 9th anniversary of the first “date” between my wife and I. Sadly she had to remind me.
I still remember the “date,” a reunion of sorts after not seeing each other for over 20 years, meeting on a bench in Millennium Park in Chicago. Turns out my starting the conversation with “I’m not looking for any relationships. I still like all of my stuff.” was completely wrong. I liked her, and her stuff, much better.