Junior is now engaged to my niece Katie [trust me he is a lucky man!]. This is his (their) story of how they met and it is hilarious.
I knew that I would like Junior when, the first time I met him, he threw himself into a pile of candy at a Murphy fat party (long, long story).
From the story [Katie's comments are bracketed and bold]:
I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to ask her out again because she looked so hot. She kindly accepted. After several fun-filled dates she invited me to have dinner with the family and help me with my resume. As a joke, I put her name under "personal interests" she laughed and called me a "dork" then ignored me the rest of the night in favor of playing with her dog Murphy. [KD: In my defense, Murphy is one fantastically cute dog that can rival any date early on.] I received an email the next day telling me that "now I know you are interested in me, I'm not comfortable with that." Oh! You mean that asking you out over and over again and spending all that money on you didn't tip you off? Of course, it ended – again! [KD: Leave it to the Biola men- they insist that we women read too much into the coffee and dinner dates- i.e. "ring by spring"- but then if we are hesitant when they finally admit interest, they blame us for not having "realized it" 3 dates ago. Figure that one out, ladies!]
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