Twenty years ago today, I went on my first date with Lou.
We met through a "dating newspaper." (There was no internet dating back in the stone ages.) Lou had actually responded to my best friend's ad, not mine, but I found his letter in her stack and asked if I could have him. (Our ads were exactly the same, except she had long blonde hair and I had short red hair.)
Lou and I talked on the phone a few times and decided to meet for dinner at a Chinese restaurant called Cheng Du in Westboro, Massachusetts. Then as a surpise, he took me to a coffeehouse to listen to a folk music band called Schooner Bay.
I remember that I had a great time, even though I nearly caught fire after accidentally eating a hot red pepper from the General Tso's Chicken. We were both in computers, and it was really awesome to talk to someone who understood what I did at work.
After that first date, though, Lou threw away my phone number. (He didn't tell me that for a long time.) But I called him back, and I guess it was meant to be, because we are still together today. I am so lucky to be married to such a great guy!