1968 - I was a civilian contractor flight instructor teaching army pilots at Ft. Rucker in southeast Alabama.
I was also in the air national guard in Birmingham.
I was crashing on a squadron mate's sofa bed when in Birmingham flying F-84s.
I came in from flying late one afternoon. I was in a sweaty flight suit.
My friend's wife (5' tall) said "I need you to pick up a friend at the airport."
"Here, just take my car."
"I can't drive a straight shift."
(I had a '63 MGB.)
"OK, let's go."
No, go take a shower and wear a suit; we may stop for drinks on the way back."
(Back then we dressed up to go out.)
Here's what I later learned:
1. Maryanne, the wife, had been trying to set us up for weeks. I told her I didn't do blind dates and besides, I was doing just fine in the female companionship department.
2. She had also been touting me to the future Miz t. She was a career woman (Revlon) who wanted no entanglements at this time.
3. When the future Miz t. came walking through the arrival door, Maryanne (all 5' of her) was behind me, jumping up and down and pointing to me like "THIS IS HIM! THIS IS THE GUY!
Less than a year later we were married.