After my divorce, I had a hard time believing anyone would be interested in me. I started dating a new girl, but didn’t trust my instincts anymore. I confessed to her that I’d need someone to hit me with a brick that said “I LIKE YOU” for me to figure it out. On our six-month anniversary she gave me a brick with “I Love You” written in black Sharpie marker.
—Marc
We were walking briskly down a street in Brooklyn on a rainy day. She was in the middle of an anecdote, when she stopped dead in her tracks and picked up a frantically writhing earthworm that got stranded on the sidewalk. She picked it up, walked it over to the dirt around a tree, released it, then continued walking and telling her anecdote.
—Jeff
Postscript: I’m still waiting on Hollywood’s version of the event, Michael Cera as myself, and a young Mary-Louis Parker as the dame.
We went snowboarding on a clear but frosty day, and he whipped out a thermos of Irish coffee at the top of a beautiful bluff. This was a man with a plan, and a romantic with a touch of Martha Stewart. Delicious.
—Becky
Postscript: We dated for 3 1/2 years full of outdoor adventures, music, laughs and culinary delights.
