Your first date — sort of — was while listening to a coworker's band rocking out at the House of Blues.
Your first ACTUAL date was to dinner in Little Italy, and memories of the spaghetti noodle that went astray can still be found on those nice grey pants.
You realized that 'forever' was in your future while eating a cup of gelato, stracciatella to be exact, on a stroll through La Jolla.
You said 'Yes. My God, YES!' on a breezy April evening in Coronado... and the standing ovation from the passing Trolley Tour beat in perfect unison with the pounding of your happy heart.