I met my wife on something called gab line. Most of you are probably too young to remember, but before there was much of an internet, there were a lot of party line things. Not like the ones they advertise on tv that are really phone sex lines, but free party phone lines that people, mostly teenagers, called and if they liked each other exchanged regular phone numbers.

Anyway there were a bunch of people arguing and it was mostly a bunch of racist bull****, and my (now) wife who is black called the people out for being racist assholes. They didn't believe she was black and started calling her "Edina girl" (Edina is a suburb of Minneapolis that at the time was mostly Upper middle class whites) and telling her to go back to her computer. I guess they thought she sounded white. I then asked them how they could tell just by someone's voice. They said they just could. I asked them what I was then. They all said I was black. Which is what I expected, I had a relatively deep voice, and for some reason that makes people think I am black. When I told them I was white, they started yelling and telling me I was lying and that I didn't need to stick up for the "little white girl".

At this point both of us were sick of arguing. I gave her my phone number. We talked for the next 13 hours. Talking about everything. By the time we were done we had even talked about how we felt about kids, marriage, pretty much everything. We went on our first date (a total disaster that I'll maybe tell you about another time) a few weeks later. Despite the first date disaster we gave it another chance and have been together pretty much ever since.