This is the story of how my parents met…
They met at college, during which they kept catching each other’s eye during some sort of lecture or meeting. My mom lingered afterwards, “looking” at a bulletin board while really waiting for him to exit the room. After they had exchanged numbers, my dad called later that week to ask out my mom. My mom’s best friend (now my godmother) answered the phone, and my dad asked for “Sylvia.” Now, because my mom’s last name was Silva and her first name ends in “-ia,” this had happened once or twice before with teachers – not the best first impression though. My godmother, laughing hysterically, handed over the phone to my mother, whose name is clearly not Sylvia.
To make things even better, on their first date my dad’s little orange VW Bug ran out of gas and they had to literally coast into a gas station to fill up, pushing the car the last couple of feet.
25 years later, they are still married! 09-03-08