GUEST Karen:

About thirty-eight years ago, on about my third date with the lovely lady who is my wife now, I invited her to my apartment for dinner. I served her chilled orange-and-carrot soup, a cheese souffle, and a dessert I forget now. I also forget what the wine was.

Some years later she confided to me that, although she didn't say so at the time, that was the night she decided she was going to marry me.

Dave Oesterreich