Joe and I starting dating in 2002, after extensive mutual flirting in our university’s gym. I worked as a fitness trainer and peer health educator, and Joe would stop by the office during his workouts for his body fat analysis (He was about 7%-LOL). My roommate and I would refer to him as “Ken” because he had long flowing blond hair and skin-kissed, tan skin all the time. We swore that he went to the tanning bed, which he adamantly denied. Anyways, I thought he was the most beautiful and polite guy in the world, and my instincts were exactly right. I was inflating the gym’s stability balls (the ab balls) one day, and he came up and said, “So…blowing up those balls, huh?” I said, “Yep” and walked away. And so our relationship grew into what it is today – four years of wedded bliss.