We met at work. We both worked for a resort hotel. I was purchasing secretary and worked days. He was maintenance, at first working days but then went to nights so he could work days on his fixer upper of a house he bought for 10 grand. If he wasn’t working at the resort or sleeping, he was working on his house. We never really went anywhere on dates because neither one of us had much money and any money he did make was going into the house. It was pretty much love at first sight when we met. I was only 18 and he was 25. We both knew we’d get married and we did about 11 months after we met and moved into a house that was barely livable. We didn’t care though.