I haven't a clue as to how my parents came to be one. I suspect it was something along the lines of:

"We are ugly"
"Yes"
"We're both Christian and ugly"
"Yes"
"Let's make children"



I met my girlfriend at school. To summarize, I was drawing, she approached, we talked for a time. After a bit, she began to stalk me in a friendly, teasing manner. I found this odd, but didn't care in any way. At this point, it was obvious she fancied me, but I was not yet swayed. More importantly, I didn't want to be.

However, after a month or so, it became apparent to me that I had fallen for her. I asked her out at a very random time, and in a very arbitrary place:

After watching a play, we drove to the graveyard (one of the few places it's always quiet and serene). As we walked, I abruptly asked her if she wished to become something more than friends. We walked some more, and the entire time, I never got a definite "yes" or "no" out of her...

But by the morrow, it was obvious that she wished to become closer - something more than friends.


So, strangely or not, we began in a graveyard...