While I was at the copier one day, George came by and started chatting. He seemed nervous, and asked me out.

It was the ’70s — and when you know, you know!

He worked on a different floor, so I really did not get a chance to find out about him, but his smile left me feeling that I really wanted to get to know him better.

Unbeknownst to me, Bill went home and told his roommate that he had just met the next Mrs. Meyers.

Once we started talking, everyone else disappeared.

I looked out over the crowded room and saw a gorgeous guy looking back at me.

Our playful flirting became a regular part of my trapeze routine.

In 2001, he proposed on top of a mountain in the Adirondacks, and in 2002 we got married there.