It’s the Wednesday before July 4th weekend and I was sitting at my desk thinking about what I should write about that’s not too heavy—you know you’re all just thinking burgers, beers, and lounging by a pool right now—when I came across this delightfully obvious article in the HuffPost. Well, I mean, obvious to me….
I’ve been married for roughly 100 years and was more of a serial monogamist than dater back in the day so I’m not an authority on the subject, but I never had a romantic connection with anyone who didn’t read, didn’t love discussing books and plays, and wasn’t able to tell me in loving detail about the titles that had had the most impact on him. That, of course, applies to most (all?) of my good friends as well, when I think about it.
Personally, I think the way to anyone’s heart is not through their stomach but through their book collection. Do you have any stories of meeting cute through books you’d like to share?