Our first date was 36 hours long. When I drove up to the restaurant, he was standing on the wooden porch. It was raining. He had a rose in his hand, and was wearing his cowboy hat and duster. 2 weeks later I invited him to go to the Great Dickens Fair. in San Francisco He said yes, and then asked what he should wear. I wanted it to be easy, so I told him to wear his blue jeans, cowboy hat, wonderful duster. (did I mention how handsome he looked standing on that porch?) . . . He called me later that night and said he had been doing some research. Dungarees had not been invented until 1873, and Charles Dickens had died in 1870. Therefore, he would not/could not wear blue jeans, he would find a pair of pants that would be appropriate for the period. He did! He put together an entire costume that was right for London 1870. From that moment on, I was one Smitten Kitten. I walked around the Fair all that weekend, hanging on his arm, calling him Mr. Gilbert. Introducing him as a Timber-man from Oregon. He played along with me. He charmed everyone we met. I was falling in love. Then amazingly, that same weekend, he told me he was falling in love with me.