My wife (at the time) and I used to go down to the local YMCA after work ... she'd enroll in exercise classes and I'd head into the gym to play basketball with the guys. Since basketball isn't as conducive to an overweight, middle-aged guy as it is to younger, more fit guys, I'd often hurt myself trying to keep up. One day as we were walking out of the Y ... well, she was walking, I was limping ... she was giving me a hard time about it and telling me I needed to find something safer to do. About that time I noticed a sign on the wall that said "Learn to Scuba Dive", and the date for the first class just happened to be my 49th birthday. Without giving it a lot of thought I said "OK, buy me scuba lessons for my birthday and I'll give up basketball". It never occurred to me she'd take the suggestion seriously. Well ... 13 years and 3300 dives later, I haven't since then touched a basketball (although it now looks like I swallowed one).
Three months later she also took up scuba diving ... when she came to the conclusion that if she wanted to see me on the week-ends, that's what she was going to have to do. We've been divorced for nearly 10 years now, and yet we still travel and dive together. In fact, we'll be spending a few days on a liveaboard in Canada together in a couple weeks. She'll soon be coming up on her 1,000th dive ...
... Bob (Grateful Diver)