Should we come up with a story as to how we met? Maybe we met in line at the pet store? I was buying raw organic bones for my dog and you were buying a . . . cat collar, maybe. While we were standing in line, some guy with a big dog came in. The dog, like a bull in a china shop, knocked over the cricket cage. Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to the poor pet shop people, these were zombie-flesh-eating crickets that immediately went on the hunt when released. We spent the next hour fighting for our lives, squashing cricket after cricket. We were swinging squeaky toys, dog leashes, kitty litter and more. When finally the "scree screee screee" of the last cricket went silent, I looked over at you and casually said, "hey, think you could check me for bites?" You knew right then . . . "I have to get to know this guy." Or, we could just tell people we met online. Either way works for me.