Fifteen years ago, give or take a week, I was riding the number 15 bus from Pioneer Square to Interbay and I caught the guy across the aisle checking me out. Being young and naive, I politely engaged in conversation with him, and it turned out that we had a lot in common. Even when I tried to scare him away by announcing my plan to stop at army surplus to buy a knife on my way home, he was thrilled and offered to join me. As we stood up to exit the bus, some jackass in the seats behind us yelled out, "Hey, can I come to the wedding?" Well, jackass, I never looked back to see your face, but I want you to know that you're invited. Two weeks from today, we are getting married. Thanks for seeing what neither of us could even imagine on that day.