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Our story, it's always a fun place to start. Since I'm writing, he hit on me. We met at the Orlando International Airport at the beginning of November 2005. I had just surprised my family for a weekend visit after my cousin had had her son. He had been visiting a friend from his stay in TX 7 years earlier. At the time I lived in TX and was in my 2nd semester of graduate school at Texas Women's University and he lived in his hometown of Everett, WA, which we now call home. After what seemed like forever, and the many twist and turns of the security line, we finally made it to the end with just a few people between us. He decided to push ahead and asked if I needed help with the large amount of stuff I was attempting to carry to my plane. I declined, but we continued to talk. Distracted, I followed him onto the wrong tram leading to the wrong set of gates, which he always has seen as quite funny. After determining that I was in the wrong place, he offered to escort me to the right place since he had some time to spare. We chatted while I ate. As it was time for me to run to my plane, he had not asked for my number or how to contact me so I asked if he would like it. Three days later, as I was sitting in class, I received a call from a number I did not recognize. After several messages and finally an exchange of email addresses via voice mail we finally made contact. Who knew you could meet someone so amazing in an airport?