I was introduced by a mutual friend to Dave at a Mexican restaurant in Yakima, Washington near the complex where I lived in a 2-bedroom apartment with a co-worker.  Probably mentioned it before but I thought he was a bit cross-eyed at one point, because like me we have eyes close together and I slow danced with him while talking face-to-face.  I also thought he chewed tobacco.  Wrong, again.  He had one of those round peppermints in his mouth since, as a teacher especially, he always wants to have fresh breath.  Perhaps that first meeting might have been the end of our story had he not run up in the parking lot after a large group of us had gone out for a late-night breakfast.  He knocked on the window of my Honda Civic as I was getting ready to leave.  I lowered it and he said my roommate and her boyfriend wanted all of us to get together the next day to watch a movie.  I agreed.  That was February 1998 and we’ve been together ever since.  I like our happy ending.

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