as the saying goes…

There are always two sides to every story.

My side of the story consists of a broken car, a very handsome guy,
a lovely first date at the local Chinese buffet,
tools left in my car, lots of cooking, some fun adventures,
projects…and never enough dogs.
— Amanda

The story is true,
I was sitting in my desk chair, playing solitaire.
As I watch the open door, my jaw went to the floor.
What came in? A fuckin' 10!
She asked about her car as my eyes gazed down too far.
I couldn't remember a thing, but hoping I would see her again.
Nervous, I called her with shaking hands and feet.
Surprisingly, she agreed to go somewhere nice to eat.
But, to her dismay, we had Chinese buffet.
Somehow you saw it through, and now we say "I do!" &
I love you! — Derek

and the rest is history