It was June 2011. He had that special something; whether it was the twinkle in his eye, that perfect smile, or his uncontrollable blepharospasm. I was nervous to talk to him. I stood there watching him and his friends collaborating for 37 minutes while I thought of the words to say to him. They had to be memorable, unique to his memory from the likely dozens who have tried before. I zipped up my pants and stepped away from the urinal.

I extend my arm to tap on his shoulder, but he spun around before I could make contact. I froze in fear, that smirk still branded into my brain.

'I- uh. I think y-, I think you are-', I couldn't speak.

Putting his hand on my shoulder he spoke words that I could never have imagined be so romantic, so poetic.

'Everybody stutters one way or the other, so check out my message to you. As a matter of fact, I don't let nothin' hold you back. If the Scat man can do it, so can you.'

We've been married ever since.

- Barack Obama

He's pretty good at games but holy hell, can he dance.

XOXO Drive safe

-Mom

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