Years ago, at my brother's wedding rehearsal dinner, we played this 'game'. When we got to my mom, dad just glared at her, as if to say "don't even". To which she glared back, as if to say "just try to stop me". To which he just rolled his eyes, giving up. So for the first time ever, we finally heard the story of how they met.
It was 1942, Camp LeJeune. Mom was whatever you called a female Marine (receptionist), Dad was in combat training.
Mom and a friend of hers were decorating for a "dance" they were having at the enlisted club. Mom's friend dared her to dance with the first guy that came through the door. Mom said, "I'll do better than that, I'll marry him." In walked my the man who became my Dad in his USMC dress uniform. They got married, dad went to Japan, and came home to a year old daughter! (his, not the milkman's):roll:
Five kids, (I'm the youngest at 43, oldest is 62), four granchildren, three great grandchildren later, they almost made it to 60 years of marriage. Dad passed a few years ago, and Mom, 83, is the biggest flirt and constant center of attention at her assisted care living facility.
Gee I wonder where she gets that from?