Jack, how did you meet your wife?
“Oh my goodness, are you alright sir?”
“Me? Oh I’m fine. Fine. Nothing to worry about here. I can fix myself if it gets worse. I’m a doctor. Er well soon to be. Ehehehe.”
Jack: Ah Diana… It was near the end of my med school days I met my dear wife. I was doing my one man band routine near the park. (While I was supported by Mother and Father in regards to paying for my schooling, housing and what not, I still wanted to earn my keep so I did this as one of my many side jobs to pay the bills.) It was a slow day and in an attempt to drum up an audience (no pun intended) I smacked myself in the face with a cymbal and landed right on my rump. No crowd, but a young lady came running up asking if I was alright. Made a huge fool out of myself but she didn’t seem to care. (Not to mention it got her to laugh.) She talked me into taking a break after that since it seemed no one else was coming and it was best to stop before I smacked myself again.
We just talked after that and well… just got to know each other better from there on. The rest is history.