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  • The first date I had with my wife didn’t go very well. She tried not to be charming. She didn’t want to give me the wrong impression. She wasn’t interested in a relationship just friendship. I got home that night feeling confused and disappointed.

    “How did it go” Bill asked.

    “Not very well, I don’t think she really likes me other than just being friends,” I told him.

    The next week I stopped by her apartment to say hi as I had grown accustom to doing. I still enjoyed her friendship, but thought that was it.

    Later that month we had a picnic in the park with friends. I had my guitar, we sang songs and enjoyed some red wine. We had a great time.

    Leaving the park, walking down the path to our cars, she stopped me, looked me in the eyes and gave me a passionate kiss. She decided to be charming. The rest is history. Fifteen years and two children later we are still friends and she is still charming. I love her.
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