my mom and dad met during an extra credit opportunity. A vanful of students were going to see a movie about Mozart. My mom was doing it solely to save her grade. My dad already had an A. This would be his third viewing. He sat next to her on the way there and ignored her the whole time, instead talked the ear off of the girl who sat on his other side. (“He’ll say otherwise. But he didn’t say a word to me. It bothered me, because *I knew* I was cute”) On the way back, he jabbered Mozart trivia to the driver. “Will this man *ever* shut his mouth,” my mom thought. Never spoke to her once. He was tall and going through something psychologically that made him incredibly thin. Then one day he enthusiastically approached her at her cafeteria job, without cause, as if he had always known her. “I think Amadeus is going to win all of the awards!” he says. “ok! We’ll see about that.” —- Some days later, at home, her mom told her that there was someone on the phone, his name was Wes. Wes? Who? Then it dawned on her. She knew just who Wes might be. She took the phone to the other room. The rest is history