A few years after we ceased to date, Howard (feels weird to even type it; I never thought of him by that name) and I were cast opposite one another in a play in a regional theatre company. That was interesting, but I enjoyed it greatly and we seemed to get along fine.
When he married, his wedding reception was at the country club where my parents had been members for decades; his were members too. My father ran into him in the corridor, and Howard pulled him into the reception and introduced him to his new bride, saying 'This is ---- ----; he is the father of my first true love.' My father was entranced. His bride was quite cordial.