HAH! Funny that a memory from almost two decades ago sparked healthy conversation. Maybe it wasn't necessarily just what happened in the car that made it the last date, but perhaps it was the tipping point for me after testing my patience the entire evening...I was just barely out of my teens and still quite cocky back then, after all.
To put things in perspective, there was this other lady I dated some years later. On our third date, we went to Batangas and at one point during the long trip, she opened my car's glove compartment without asking (a definite NO-NO, so we're still on-topic ;)) and seeing that it was all cluttered, began taking stuff out. She then pulled out a tissue from her purse and wiped the empty compartment clean. She proceeded by asking which things I still needed from the pile on her lap and separated them, put back what I said I still needed in a neat and orderly manner, and put aside all the "junk" which I had accumulated. "Now it's clean," she declared afterwards.
My mom gave up on trying to arrange my things when I was nine as I would throw fits every time someone would touch any of my stuff. But when this lady did it, it was okay. It's no surprise then that I now have the "His" version of the ring this lady wears. She also happens to be the mother of my four kids.
So...did I marry my wife just because she did a good job cleaning and organizing my things? Absolutely not. But for some reason, that small gesture, for me, was the tipping point.![]()







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