"You have a blue car? I have a blue car!"
21 years ago today, I asked a super-cute jarhead to dance and when he walked me to my car, he said those fateful words to me. He didn't tell me about the comic books, nor did he warn me that he's not even vaguely handy. But, we did have the same color car, so all was well. I still adore that brown-eyed boy.