I met Bob while teaching in the UK. He was from Australia and had taken on a supply (substitute) role in our department. We got along well - he was laid back, great with the kids and had a wonderful sense of humour.
I knew that he had a crush on me, but that was the extent of it. I had never dated a white guy and nor had I ever thought about it. So, we both knew that there was no hope for a romance budding from our friendship. That wasn't going to stop Bob, though!
He had crazy curly locks, just like Bart's nemesis, Bob, on the Simpsons. It was hilarious. We were at a department social having dinner, when he looked up at me and asked what he could eat. He was new to the world of dietary restrictions and we had recently determined that we had the same food allergies and he wasn't sure what he could have. Instinctively, he shouted across our large table: "Anika, what is there on this menu that I can eat?"
"That's easy, Bob", I replied, listing off five or six dishes that he could choose from.
"Amazing, you should be my wife - will you marry me?!"
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