You, pulling into Pitstop Espresso on your blue jeep, looking all cute with your "jeep hair"...me, 19 years old, shaking and speechless, not even able to take your order, overfilling the granita cup because I was completely distracted by your presence, feeling like such a fool when you drove off...and still, you came back, asked me out that very first night. To this day, nobody has ever caused me to react that way upon first meeting them. I think, in that moment, I knew I had met my husband.
