Seven and a half years ago I met my wife, Joan, on Waikiki Beach in Honolulu Hawaii. I was walking along the beach and there she was, sitting on a beach towel, reading a book, wearing nothing but a bikini. I walked by her two times but she seemed engrossed in her book. On my third and last stroll by, she looked up and made eye contact. I stopped, we chatted and spent the rest of the day together. By that evening I knew that I had found my wife.
So, how, where and when did you meet yours?
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