We met at a bar in a bowling alley. I thought, "why is he taking me to a bowling alley on our first date and we are not even bowling?" It was a bit of a disaster (in my mind, "not my type!"). But then we spoke for several hours outside my apartment building. As he was leaving, I said we had nothing in common, whereupon he responded, "If that's true, how did we manage to maintain a conversation for several hours?" Well, I guess he was my type after all. That was 18 years ago and before our two beautiful sons.
City of Santa Monica, Santa Monica, CA, United States