Years ago, in the early days of the ‘net, I met this girl on Yahoo Personals. She’s trying her best to get out of a bad life and casually mentions that she used to be a dancer in various clubs around the area. On our second date, she’s over at my house. I had this 5-year-old picture of my 21st birthday at a local strip club. She saw it and pointed out that she was front and center in the photo. Happy ending time: She did get out of her bad life (at least, I hope she feels that way!). We have been together for sixteen years and married almost twelve. She completed her GED, then went to nursing school, and has been working a pretty decent job for the last 10+ years. She has also made other amazing personal strides that I cannot share, but let’s just say she’s turned into an amazing person and someone I’m proud to call my wife.
I met a girl, and on our first date immediately after picking me up from the train station, she rolled through a stop sign causing us to be t-boned by a car going 60 miles per hour. Both cars were completely destroyed, but thankfully nobody was seriously injured. I had to call her parents and explain what had happened because she was having a difficult time breathing and processing what had happened. Her mother showed up, thanked me, and took me right back to the train station, and took her to the hospital to get looked over. All in all the date was over in an hour or so.