This week 12 years ago, I first called Mrs. Fly to ask her out on a blind date.  I had just finished my first semester of business school, and a b-school poker buddy of mine asked me if I wanted to meet a friend of his.  After ascertaining that she was funny and not a religious fanatic, I gave her a call.  I knew I would figure everything out later, but if I was going to spend a few hours with someone, at least I wasn't going to be miserable *for sure*.

A previous blind date I went on a few weeks before was with a nice girl who taught Sunday school in her free time, and the whole time I just sat there thinking, "OMG!  You don't actually believe that?!?"  But she was probably thinking to herself, "WTF am I doing with this heathen loser?  Hmm... but there is something primal about him...  something about the mammoth amount of body fat."  So it probably all evens out.  Anyway, she seemed very nice but not for me.

I probably mentioned before somewhere in the tome that is this blog that our first phone conversation (where I just called to say hi and figure out where to meet) lasted like 135 minutes.  Mrs. Fly had the nicest and cutest phone voice and it's ironic I was so drawn to that, considering my voice is pretty nasal.  I'm not really a phone person but she managed to keep me entertained for a looong time.  So I had a pretty good feeling about the first date.  A day or two later I show up at her door (freshly dried sweat and all).  And what do I see?!?

Continued later...