“We met on the freeway! Yes, you read that correctly and no, I'm not making this up. 25 years ago I was driving on the 5 freeway in Santa Clarita when I saw a beautiful woman driving a yellow jeep with the top down. Her long curly permed hair was blowing in the wind (keep in mind it was the 90's, so perms were very cool.) I later found out that she worked for a car dealership and was driving across town to trade cars with another dealership. I was driving a Toyota Tacoma and had my big chow dog, Bear, in the passenger seat. We were driving 60 mph when I yelled out, "Are you married or do you have a boyfriend?" She said no. Then I asked her for her number and she shouted it across the freeway. Since it was before cell phones existed, I had to memorize the number until I exited the ramp and could write it down. I concentrated really hard and kept repeating it in my head. I called her that night and we went on our first date the next day. We were married four years later. We've now been married for 22 years but are as hopelessly in love with each other as we were the first day we met.”