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"How did you meet your husband?"

Like she doesn't know that. Wasn't she His partner for years - He must have told her. Might be she want to hear my side, though. Anyway, since I didn't know anything about Him then, I can tell her the truth for once. Actually, it's a story I enjoy telling, I can't believe I haven't told her before how we met.

"We met in New York. We met in Central Park, it was early in the morning and I was stretching after my morning run. I was totally lost in thought, and I didn't realize that He approached me. When I finally saw Him He was very close already and about to raise both His arms - I thought He was some perv who wanted to attack me. The thing is, I had been to a self-defense class for women the weekend before, and I did the first thing I remembered from it, namely to hit attackers in the face. My hand landed on His ear with such force that he lost His balance for a moment and He had to lean on the tree that I had used as a footrest while stretching. 'Whoa, easy,' he said, 'all I want to know is what time it is. My stupid watch broke, look.' That's what he wanted to do earlier when I took his half-lifted arm as a sign of imminent attack. 'Oh my God, I am so sorry. I thought you - I am really so sorry. Will you accept my apology over coffee?' He said he would and we went for a coffee. For several coffees, really. He said He felt bad that I had to pay for all the coffee and water and the ginger snaps we had because He never brought any money for his run, and that's why He invited me for dinner the following day. We had been together ever since."