How we met

"Now, how did we meet?" Yvette likes me to sit next to her recliner and hold her hand so she can start every conversation with that question. She NEVER tires of hearing how I walked into a room full of young ladies, spied her at her table, and asked her to dance. She asks me to tell how she fell in love with me & when I finish, she wants to hear it again. And again. And again.