You Had Me At Edo

(I’m on a first date with a guy and he takes me to a festival in Japan-town. We’re watching the parade, kinda smushed together in the crowd. He leans down to whisper what I think will be something romantic in my ear.)

Him: “You know, according to their armor color, those samurai should be fighting to the death.”

(Seven years later, we’re married with two kids. I still maintain the samurai comment is when I fell in love with him.)