Johan and I met at a drinking/social establishment often referred to as a bar.
I had gone there to visit my college roommate's husband who was working there at the time. Johan was also working there as a bouncer. So we all sort of hung out and by the end of the evening, he asked for my phone number. "Yeah, right," I thought. He had me write my number down on the shirt he was wearing. He called the next day (unbelievable!) and we agreed to go out on the following day, a Monday.
Who goes on a first date on a Monday?
We went out for sushi (my favorite) and we've been together ever since. That was Feb. 12, 1996. Although he blew me off on that Valentine's Day, I knew he was "the one" when he wanted to cook me dinner soon after. It was a stir-fry meal — and he brought his own wok!
