right time, right place.

where did you meet each other?

it's definitely my favorite question to ask whenever i meet new friends who are a couple, and i've gotten pretty interesting answers. From meeting on the train from each day's commute, meeting in nepal while the guy happened to be riding his bike across the region (his plan was to bike around the world, but it got interrupted because he had met "the one"), and "we've known each other since junior high"...

my story isn't extraordinary at all: we met through a mutual friend somewhere around 2001 during lunch in a restaurant owned by a polygamist (which, i was vocally against the whole polygamy concept let alone eating there) but our friend insisted they had great chicken and fried tofu (err okay, but that's how it went). fast-forward a couple of years later, through the hype of social media (friendster), my now-husband gave me a short, innocent testimonial on my page (as that was the thing to do on birthdays and such) but it was a much belated wish. so we met up a few days later to have a coffee and chat. instead it became dinner, a couple of drinks and a couple of scoops of ice cream. we both had a great time, but only started dating a couple months afterward. and the rest is history :)

i knew my parents' process towards a marriage was very quick, they met through my mother's boss, and 3 months later my parents wed. 3 days later, my dad was stationed in paris, and my mom flew to be with him a few months later.

but i never really knew how they met in detail until recently.

turns out, my mother was walking to work as her boss drove past and offered her a ride, but he needed to make a stop at his twin's house. his twin was nowhere in sight, instead was his housemate who needed a lift as well.

so here we are, 42 years, 5 daughters, 6 (almost 7) grandchildren later.

nothing's coincidence, everything's supposed to happen exactly when it happens.
and all is well in the end.