Married a girl I almost wouldn't date. She's hot, funny, but then I found out she was from NorCal. I'm thinking great she's probably a radical Lib, doesn't shave her armpits and eats granola every meal (as others have said, a man's gotta have a code). Take her out to TexMex and she likes it, tell her some jokes and she laughs instead of thinking of how it offends Aggys. We get married late October but on a Sunday (she gets it). Next year her sister is getting married in NorCal and we are playing Rice. Without me saying a word, she tells me to go to the game and she will tell her family that I had to work. At that point, I was certain that this marriage was going to last. Eight years after that she buys me a ticket to the NC game in L.A. and says "I don't really have time to go, but you have a good time". Now up to 22 years. There were times in my life when I thought I would just end up single, oh did I luck out.