My mother was 34, and a fund raiser at a women's college. She went to a houseparty in Ligonier, with some other singles. One of her women friends called her, and explained how the guests were supposed to be paired off. Mother wasn't happy about it.
Mom was verbal. People have a nasty habit of pairing verbal women with non verbal men. It is not pleasant to have to hold up both sides of the conversation, but that was what mother expected to have to do.
She was waiting for a complete nerd, with no verbal skills.
Suddenly, there he was, standing in a doorway. He looked like a darker version of Liam Neeson, without the broken nose, and he could talk! Mom always said she knew from the minute she saw him. I always think she knew from the minute she heard him.