They met at the public Christmas party at Whole Foods. Both of them were unimpressed with the party, but intrigued by one another’s selection of beer. He bought a six-pack of locally-brewed IPA. She had her 32 ounce growler filled with a just-released milk stout from the same brewer.
Beer was the lubricant for their first conversation. It was the lubricant for many of their future conversations. And when she bought a bottle of Maker’s Mark straight bourbon, it became an even better lubricant.
The conversation turned, as it always does, to transportation. If they had been in Chicago, they would have talked about the commuter trains. But they were in Dallas. You don’t talk about commuter trains in Dallas, unless you’re on a DART line. Most people aren’t. So you don’t talk about commuter trains. So they talked about cars.
Both of them may have had ulterior motives for talking about cars. I can’t say; I don’t know. But I can say the car thing became measurable not long after.
He bought a 2013 Kia Soul. He liked cars with attitude. He was 23 years old. It was his first new car as an adult.
She bought a 2013 Volkswagen GTI. She liked cars with attitude. She was 36 years old. It was her first new car as an adulteress.
The question ultimately arose, of course; what’s love got to do with it? What’s love, but a second hand emotion?
And there, as they say, you have it!