The first time I met my wife, I got on a BART train (the local subway with anti-cell-phone issues) to go home from work. I was dressed for labor. I sat down on a seat facing another seat, and saw one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was very quiet, and seemed sad (her husband had just made her return a hearing dog for the deaf). I leaned forward and said “Excuse me for saying this, but you are extraordinarily beautiful.” She nodded, without smiling, and said “Thank you.” From the voice tone, I could tell she was deaf.
Since she didn’t respond in any manner that encouraged further conversation, I simply read my book and waited for my station. I didn’t see her again for 2 years.
2 years later, a friend of mine asked me to come to the bowling alley, where they played in a league. My friend told me that she had a friend who was recently seperated, and living with a guy who makes her very miserable. My friend told me she had just gone into the bar, and I should go. When I went in, I didn’t recognize her from before. I sat on a corner of the bar, so that she could see me speak, and I told her I was a friend of her friend Bev. She was quite unhappy, but was, again, non-responsive. I asked her if her boyfriend made her happy, and she said he did, in a most unconvincing manner. I figured she wasn’t interested, so got a beer and left.
6 months later Bev asked me over for a bbq, and when I got there her husband told me Bev’s friend was there. When we were introduced, she was very friendly and responsive. I let her win at Monopoly (which I never do), and we began going out shortly after. It was a few months later I realized she had been the woman on the BART train.
It is a long, unflattering story, so I just tell people I met her when I was working in a male strip club.