Julian was coming home from his first trial in Grundy, Virginia. If you don't know where Grundy is, the cow to human ratio is at least 2:1. Not too many New York jews there. Anyway, Julian parked his car and was walking into his downtown apartment building when he dropped everything in his hands - papers, suit jacket, etc. Classic. Lydia was walking behind him and immediately bent down to help pick up his stuff. At the time, Lydia didn't realize she would be helping to pick up spilled clothes, papers, food - you name it - for the rest of her life. Good thing, because she'd probably be a goner. Julian really hid the flaws well for the first few months. So anyway, we started talking - very on the surface stuff - and then made our way to the elevator. We both pushed "2." Turns out, we lived on the same floor. Two doors down. When we exited the elevator we lingered a little outside our apartments. Not creepily, but just enough time for both of us to realize there was a spark. So about a week went by, and Julian didn't really know how to proceed. He didn't want to make it weird with the neighbor. So he tried to forget about it. Lydia, though, she did not forget. About a month later Julian received a facebook friend request from Lydia. Seemed normal. He promptly accepted. Another two weeks went by - no action. But then Lydia facebook messaged Julian. She swears she was just being friendly because it seemed like Julian didn't have many friends yet. Yeah right. So facebook messaging turned to texting. Fast forward to June 19, 2017 at 9 pm. Lydia sends a text: "Happy Birthday! I hope you're out celebrating!" Well, turns out Lydia was on to something with the no friends thing. Julian was sitting on his couch eating Domino's. So Lydia insisted they go out for a drink. And Jack Brown's it was. They talked for 3 hours. It was a done deal. They've been inseparable ever since. Who knew an "elevator pitch" would turn into forever!