"Ok, next question on the list. How did you meet your wife?"

"We met at a student party. I went outside to cool off a bit and fetch a new drink when suddenly...

Move, bitch! I'mma punch that bastard! Get out the way!

... and she just shoved me back. I fell right onto the beer pong table. It broke down, it was a juge mess. There was beer all over me and just when I was yelling at her, she just came back, with blood on her fist and picked me up, apologizing all the time when she took me to the bathroom - threatening people all the way through the house. Then, she locked the door, inspecting the mess that was me...

Ok, just take off all that and shower. You look like my size. I'll fetch something yor you. Lock the door after me, I'll come back in with my spare key.

...I did that. She brought a towel, a shirt and a skirt and waited outside till I was done. Then she came in to wash the blood off her fist...

So, girl, the party is not over. You down for a drink? I guess I owe you one. I'll make sure your clothes get cleaned. If you give me your number, I'll bring them to you. And... well... I'm sorry. Really. All I wanted to do is punch Jason.

All good. No injuries and to be honest, that party was not really that interesting. All too macho and those dudes are rather boring... I'd rather drink and talk with you for the rest of the night. So, why did he deserve to be punched?

... then we talked all night and emptied a bottle of cheap vodka. Later I slept in her bed while she took the couch, and after breakfast, we exchanged numbers and started dating. A year later, she proposed to me on a trip to New Bork."