We first met in 1987(?) when my best friend started dating her best friend. She and I were the baggage sitting back watching our friends make out, fall in love and eventually marry one another. Being baggage we naturally got lost. I left town in 1991, moved to San Francisco and married the wrong girl. Fast forward a couple of decades, the wrong girl leaves and marries the softball coach, and fortuitously, Doreen and I meet once again.
It happened at a dump of a bar in Delmar, NY, we were both home to visit our families for Christmas, and we are meeting the same two friends who originally introduced us all those years ago. Sparks flew. Long story short, the sparks flew; we nearly broke up, we dumped kerosene on the sparks, we got married. It all worked out better than I could have hoped.
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