twenty-five years
My wife and I met twenty-five years ago today. I was invited over to a friend’s apartment to meet her. She ignored me the entire evening. No hello, no eye contact. Absolutely nothing. Instead, she was forehead-to-forehead with a friend, analyzing a VHS tape of the modern dance concert she’d recently choreographed. She was utterly unapproachable. And I could see instantly how smart, articulate, beautiful, and, most of all, strong she was.