My side of the story isn’t nearly as sweet as Bobby’s, but my side did start long before his…
As I was getting ready to go to college, my mom sat me down. She talked to me about how important it was to do good in classes at college and to learn about myself, but she also told me how important it was for me to find a mate. I distinctly remember this conversation because she used the word mate, and I failed to keep a straight face. Anyway, I digress. She brought up the important point of my potential field: education, not a great male to female ratio. Once I left college, it would be harder to me to find eligible men to date, and my mom knew that getting married and having a family was important to me. Her advice was simple, I could do dance and whatever else I wanted, but I should make an effort to join at least one male-dominated club.
Fast forward to club fair; after going straight to the dance club booth, I started to look for clubs that would attract a certain type. Little nerdy, unique, and male. I knew that I had found my club when I saw Historic Swordsmanship.
I met Bobby within the first week of clubs, and you know what they say, Mom always knows best!