We met each other at the "annual dictionary J page lovers convention". It was crowded that day. There were three people there. My grandpa, pappa pia and I. I knew that day that I belonged with him also because he is the only person who has ever been willing to talk to me for more than two minutes. He said Ja, and I said jab .... it was love, it was feeling, it was wet because we were standing in the rain. Our club was not popular enough to rent a building. After the meeting we played getting to know you games for the new members it was fun, except we had no new ,members so it didn't happen. Because we had so much extra time we decided to read the J pages in the dictionary. As his monotonous droning voice stretched through the parking lot and his small beady eyes squinted at the page I felt like I could never be apart. How could I ever escape the rapture of his loafers and uni brow. That was when I knew we had to be together.