Paul was late for their second date. It wasn't his fault, he still says. He got held up at work, an out of town colleague needed to be hosted, there was a to-do. New York nonsense. Martha was having none of it. She was on time, thank you, and when Paul was late, she packed up, went home, poured a glass of wine, and then let him know when and where to be for date 3. Paul's still not sure what he did right on the first date to get to number 3, but five years later he's very grateful.