A Love Story

Well, I like to say ... technically ... that we're high school sweethearts. 'Cause I was still in high school when we met. Except Tim wasn't. In the non-creepiest way possible. Tim is anti-creepy. Promise.

You see, I was a 17 year-old Army brat. He was a 20 year-old GI.

And the story goes ...

GI walks into movie theater. Girl behind concession stand gives GI's buddy a hard time about his 49ers hat (because who likes the 49ers?). Cowboys fan GI is intrigued. GI spends half the movie he intended to see refilling his soda so he can talk to girl. GI gives girl phone number. Girl's best friend rips up number.

You see, girl's (officer) dad had a rule about GIs. That rule being: no dating them.

But GI doesn't give up. He keeps coming back to visit girl. Girl eventually tells officer dad about GI. Officer dad says GI may "come to call" on girl, as long as GI gives girl his social security number, so officer dad can run a background check on GI. Not. even. joking. To girl's complete and utter shock, GI gives girl those 9 magical digits. GI checks out. Officer dad calls almond-eyed GI "Pineapple Boy" until the wedding 3 years later.

And they lived happily ever after ... Or something even better.

(Oh! For the record, girl is a die-hard Packers fan. And this photostrip is a pretty perfect representation of our relationship.)