How I Met My Husband

I met my husband in the summer of 1988. I was going for a short drive after work. I saw his square-body lifted truck and on a whim, I decided I wanted to drive it. I met up with him at the grocery store parking lot. I got out of my car, walked up to him, and told him, “I wanted to drive his truck.” A statement not a question. He laughed and handed me the keys. I started it and it had so much power it shook. I drove it probably 2 blocks down, pulled over, and it was all over. I told him I was finished. We have been together ever since.