When I was younger I was obsessed with love and fairy tales. I’d constantly ask my mom how she knew my dad was the one. She’d always have the same answer talking about love and mutual understandings and common interests, but the one thing that stuck with me was her story about burgers.
She had mentioned that when she’d go out on dates, she would only order salads, pastas and any dishes that were easy to eat with a fork. Even though she loved burgers, messy sandwiches, and pizza, she refused to order it on first dates. She made it a point to eat foods that were dainty and lady-like. She broke all the rules when she and my dad had their first dinner together. She ordered a big, juicy, delicious burger that required two hands to eat and a whole lot of napkins.