My story.
A friend invited some people for a weekend of diving in Panama City. He then informed me that he had invited these people and that they were staying at my house and that I was setting up the dives. What a good friend.
Some of the people coming asked if they could bring along one of their friends who dives. I was informed she was a commercial diver and had her act together. I agreed to let her come along.
We were introduced to each other on ICQ. I entered a conservation with about eight people all typing away at once. She and I started chatting and before we realized it, it was about two in the morning and everyone else had left without us noticing.
When everyone arrived, we went to dinner, in order for her to get a feel for me and to decide if she was going to stay at this strangers house for the weekend. We went to one of the local seafood restaurant. Afterwards she complained that she didn't notice anything about me since she had a magnificent flounder to keep her company. I was incredibility impressed with the way she dissected her flounder. I had never seen anyone eat a fish soooo thoroughly. All that was left was a pile of sucked clean bones. Most people I know tend to pick at their fish, not her.
When we went diving, she carried her own gear, set it up, and growled at me when I reached over to help her zip her dry suit. I had never seen anyone get into a back entry dry suit and zip it up by themselves before. I've also rarely met such a capable, competent, and independent diver.
This all took place the weekend before Valentines Day and I did something I had never done before. I sent her flowers. I bought them online. You know, just a small bouquet of roses. You know, something simple and inexpensive. Nope, that's not how it worked out. I guess the florist had a cancelation on a bouquet and they decided not to waste the flowers and "bumped" up my order. I understand the bouquet was actually taller than the deliveryman. Evidently it made an impression. She was attracted to me before, now it was over the edge. We started driving back and forth between S. Fla. and Panama City on weekends till we couldn't stand that drive anymore and she moved up here to Panama City and married me.
I know the friend who started this whole weekend likes to take credit for getting her and me together, but I believe the blame should rest entirely on the shoulders of the guy who brought her along. It was our own Walter. In fact, Walter was one of the Bride's Maids at our wedding.