🦋A Long Time Coming🦋!🦋A Long Time Coming🦋!

🦋 Our How We Met story is short but funny. It starts out like the beginning of a bad joke. "A man walks alone into an empty bar". There are plenty of vacant seats in to sit in, but Ralf does not. Instead, he makes a beeline all the way to the back of the room and sits so close to me he might as well be in my lap! Awkward moment to say the least. I thought to myself, "Surely, he can just scoot over to give me some space? Especially considering I was already at the very end of the bench. Better yet maybe just move to one of the million vacant seats?" But he did not. He just sat there silently staring ahead with his hands in his pocket. Is he shy? Is it rude for me to get up? This went on for a good long while. Finally, I turned to him and screamed, "Aren't you going say something!?" He calmly responded in a thick "Schwarzenegger" accent, "Who me? Hi, my name is Rave" Rave was his self-assigned nick-name. Back then he thought it was really cool (that's still up for debate) . Anyways, that's how our journey began nearly 25 years ago at the Beauty Bar in San Francisco, CA. Now, of course, he has his own version of "'what had happened", but you will have to ask him yourself at the wedding. See Y'all in Charleston! 🦋