Dear Abby and Ann Landers would print stories about how people met and got married. Some people complained some thought they were sweet. My wife and I have a pretty basic story, two people meet and one flirts with the other, they date and then they marry. As I said, pretty basic. So of course, this is a story from a different couple.
Years ago I did volunteer work with a local group that practiced for the Special Olympics. Bowling is very big in the Special Olympics because bowling can be done all skill levels and physical capabilities. Now that I'm older I also appreciate that bowling is air conditioned (this is Texas) and they normally have full bars. We would practice bowling at a local bowling alley every Saturday morning. This place was open 24 hours and apparently we went in a little after shift change.
One of the guys, let's call him Chris, that worked the overnight shift was later telling me that he and a buddy see this group of mentally retarded people come in and were wondering what the hell is going on. He decided to go on home then and not hang out anymore that day. Skip to next week, Chris is there again when we go in. Only this time he sees "Joan" (Joan is a beautiful brunette volunteer of ours) and says to one of his buddies "I'm going to marry that woman". His buddies mock him and joke around at his expense, of course.
Chris stays late, do remember that he's already worked an overnight shift and has already clocked out, to enter the kids into the bowling computer to help us volunteers out. Whenever there is a problem he's right there taking care of it so we don't have to wait for the people on the clock to fix it. He saved so much time for us. All of us volunteers were talking about how much help he was. And he didn't hit on Joan, that day.
He kept up the same pattern for awhile, work overnight, clock out, help us, and talk to Joan. How do I know it's a romantic story? I went to the wedding. Quarter of a century later and they are still married.
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