This week 12 years ago, I first called Mrs. Fly to ask her out on a blind date. I had just finished my first semester of business school, and a b-school poker buddy of mine asked me if I wanted to meet a friend of his. After ascertaining that she was funny and not a religious fanatic, I gave her a call. I knew I would figure everything out later, but if I was going to spend a few hours with someone, at least I wasn't going to be miserable *for sure*.
I probably mentioned before somewhere in the tome that is this blog that our first phone conversation (where I just called to say hi and figure out where to meet) lasted like 135 minutes. Mrs. Fly had the nicest and cutest phone voice and it's ironic I was so drawn to that, considering my voice is pretty nasal. I'm not really a phone person but she managed to keep me entertained for a looong time. So I had a pretty good feeling about the first date. A day or two later I show up at her door (freshly dried sweat and all). And what do I see?!?
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