I met my wife at a political victory party. Initially, we disliked each other intensely. I considered myself quite a fellow with the ladies at the time and was “entertaining” a number of them, preparatory to making a “choice” for the evening. My wife kept shooting down all of my “charming” statements; quite wittily, I might add. So I took her aside and asked her to stop. Well, we started talking, found that we actually liked each other, and were married a year later.
After we had gone out a few times, she asked me when my birthday is. I told her. She thought I was playing a trick on her; that I had gotten into her purse somehow and read her birthday from her driver’s license and claimed it was my birthday. Same day. She didn’t believe me until I showed her my driver’s license.
We were born and raised three states apart. A few years after we were married, we discovered that my great grandfather and her great grandfather came from the same small town in Indiana, and both came to the U.S. with a group from the same small town in Alsace. Undoubtedly they knew each other; and, in all likelihood, were related.