LOVE IS THE YENTZER

Years after having earned a degree in literature, Jordan was reminded by Nicole that he didn't really ever put it to good use. So she handed him a laptop and had him write something about the way they met. Slightly humiliated by this, Jordan sat down and tried to think up something quirky but sweet; romantic, but not overwhelmingly so. After a few hours' thought, Nicole sat down next to him and asked how things were going. He'd not yet written a word. "Come on, how hard can it be?" she asked him. "I started my job with you at the library, and within a week you had insulted me and caused me to blow up a Keurig machine. You thought that was hilarious, but it wasn't. I was embarrassed, but you're the one that should have been." Her tone faltered through her description. "That's what you want me to write?" Jordan asked, incredulous. "That we blew up a Keurig machine?" "No! Not we—you made ME blow it up,” she said, becoming frustrated. Jordan grinned, typing along. “That’s not how I remember it,” he said with an annoyingly aggravated wink. She looked down at the laptop screen. “Are you serious? You’re just writing down what’s happening right now. That’s not how we met! I mean, part of it is. So…” Nicole did a thing with her hands, some sort of gesture that meant ‘delete it.’ "It’s just - why would you write this? ” she sighed. “Because this part of the story is just as good as the beginning,” he paused to let that line settle in. “Oh, except this time I say something quirky and romantic instead of insulting you.”