There was a joke. "Wifey" to be exact. Not too soon after the joke started he asked me to help him with his Spanish class, I was not good at Spanish. A few days later, he asked if I wanted to come to his birthday party. After that, there was a Lowes Foods lunch-break-lunch-date to Subway. He paid for my sandwich (what a sweetie). He then asked me if I wanted to have dinner, he came and picked me up, and THEN told me we were having dinner with his parents. After dinner, he drove me home in the Camaro. I said to him; "So, you're mom thinks I'm your girlfriend." "Are you?" "Well practically but not technically." "Do you wanna be?" "Sure." and now, six years later, you're on our wedding website.