(My boyfriend and I are discussing which date to pick as our anniversary, since neither of us can remember exactly when we started officially dating.)

Me: “One that’s easy to remember, like 5/5?”

Boyfriend: “Oooh, what about 5/4? That’s International Star Wars Day!”

Me: “That’s perfect; it fits with our theme song!”

(Our theme song is the Force theme.)

Boyfriend: “Indeed.”

Me: “We are the geekiest couple ever.”

Boyfriend: “Not by a long shot, my love.”

Me: “Well, then, we’re the geekiest hot couple ever.”

Boyfriend: “That’ll do.”

(My husband and I met when I was working at a travel store. He had stopped in to look at satellite radios, and I was the one who ended up helping him. We’re talking about how we met a few years later.)

Husband: “Yeah, I just came in to buy a radio, and there you were.”

Me: “Well, it’s not like I was nice to you. I was mean to almost everybody so they’d leave me alone.”

Husband: “I know! But when you went and got the radio out of the case, you stayed kneeling on the ground and your pants slid down a little on the back and I could see your butt a little.”

Me: “Seriously?!”

Husband: “Well, yeah! You didn’t think I was looking at a radio for twenty minutes, did you?”

(I am a regular in my favorite store for comics, books and board-games. The owner is a big fan of one of the big labels, while I prefer the other. We’re talking about new comics, when a young woman enters the store. She starts talking to the owner.)

Young Woman: “Hey, I would like to start with [my preferred label] comics; could you help me?”

Owner: “Sure, no problem.”

(The owner turns to me.)

Owner: “Hey, you know [label] comics better. Would you help?”

(The three of us begin to talk about the comics. An overdressed girl enters, and overhears me talking about my favorite series.)

Overdressed Girl: “Are you f****** stupid? Those stories are s***, and they’re for little children. Read [other label of comics which is written mainly for children]; they are for cool people.”

Owner: “Stop talking like this, or I’ll kick you out.”

Young Woman: “I… I don’t know what I should read.”

Overdressed Girl: “A girl? Girls don’t read comics. Not even if they are as fat and ugly as you are.”

(The girl is not fat; she seems to be fighting her tears.)

Owner: “Shut up and leave. NOW!”

Overdressed Girl: “I’m the hottest person in here! You can’t make me leave! I’m the hottest in here, and all boys want me!”

(I turn to the young woman who is by now almost crying.)

Me: “Hey, you know she’s wrong. You’re much prettier then her! Uhm… do you… want to go out sometime?”

(The overdressed girl storms out. The young woman looks at me like I’m crazy. The owner is laughing hard.)

Owner: “Nice one!”

Young Woman: “T… thanks.”

Me: “Yeah… so, what about that date?”

(We started dating soon after, and are now engaged!)

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A Comic Book Romance

(A recent college graduate has moved to a new town for a job opportunity. One of his coworkers asks him to join the rest of his work crew for an end-of-summer party. He decides to visit, and while he is there, he notices a woman a few years his senior mowing the lawn next door.)

Man: “Seems like her husband is a lucky guy! Where I come from, you rarely see women mowing the lawn.”

Coworker: “Actually, she lives on her own. I think she dated once or twice, but not successfully.”

Man: “Oh, really?”

Coworker: “Yeah. It’s a shame, because she’s a nice person. Not many men are willing to look for an older woman, especially with her interests.”

Man: “Like what?”

(The woman finishes mowing the lawn, and starts to put her equipment in the shed. Meanwhile, the radio in the background announces a home run for the popular baseball team in the area.)

Woman: “Yahoo! We’re in the lead!”

(She grabs a nearby scorecard on the patio to update the progress. The man comes over to her fence.)

Man: “You keep baseball scorecards?”

Woman: “I’ve been doing it since my father taught me; why stop now?”

Man: “No reason! I was, um, just wondering how you mark the card, is all…”

(It turns out that the two of them had many things in common. Over 30 years later, my parents still happily watch baseball, and keep scorecards together. However, someone other than my mother mows the lawn!)

(I’m in college, and have a job at the sub shop on campus. A young man has ordered his food and is watching me make his sandwich.)

Customer: “So, do you enjoy working here?”

Me: “Yeah, it’s pretty great. I love getting to know all the people who come by, and it has good hours that aren’t too demanding.”

Customer: “What exactly do you do here?”

Me: “I mostly just make subs and wash dishes.”

Customer: “So, you wash dishes and make sandwiches for a living… and like it?”

Me: “Uhm… yes.”

Customer: “Will you marry me?”