When I was in law school, a great friend of mine from Augustana College – Diane – was living nearby while going to grad school. One day, Diane said to me “Scott – I have this girl that I think you should meet.” In my own inimitable way, I probably said something like “Duhhhh-okayy. . . .” And drooled . . . . .
A few weeks later, at the appointed hour, I knocked on the door of my blind date. This cute girl opened the door, smiled and I fumbled for words “duhhhhhh hummna humna . . . . nice pad ya got here. . . ” [those were among my first words]. She probably wondered what sort of bozo Diane had fixed her up with. “Yes. . . . uhmm. . . thank you.” I remember sweating a lot and making a lot of “duhhhhh” sounds but for some inexplicable reason she must have found these qualities endearing. So we went out. Double-dated. To the racetrack of all places. And then dinner.
A few months later, the most cosmic of coincidences occurred (see post of August 2, 2013) which probably sealed the deal. A couple years later, we were married and we’re still at it. Duhhhhhh. . . . .