With a wry half-smile, she replied, “Define ‘relationship.’”
It was a fair point. Months had passed between their first and second dates. More than that, Marie’s career had moved her 1,200 miles away from Edward.
This was the mid 80s. She and Edward were both employed by a Fortune 500 company as
“He was scary,” she told me with a laugh. But a Star Trek convention came to town and their wily coworkers arranged for Edward to be the one driving Marie home afterward. The two talked all night about the many things they had in common, and he finally asked her on an official date.
The result was Mass plus dinner plus “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” (during which Marie laughed before the jokes happened because she saw them coming).
Immediately thereafter, Marie moved clear across the country.