10 years ago I was working and living in Omaha, Nebraska. My childhood friend called to tell me she was engaged and then asked me to be in her wedding. I said yes and invited myself to visit her in New Jersey for a week over Memorial weekend, my first visit to the state. As we were turning into her apartment complex she said, “I hope you don’t mind but Kevin’s friend GC needed a place to stay until his apartment is ready, he just moved back from Colorado, so we said he could crash at our place. He’ll sleep on the floor, you can still have the couch.” She pulled into a parking space as a tall dark haired guy slid out of a new silver Celica. “That’s him right there.”
“Oh boy!” I thought.
(Me and GC bowling the first week we met.)
I quit my job and moved to New Jersey a month later.