First I fell in love with newspapers, and then I fell in love with her.
Without the former, the latter wouldn’t have happened.
It was the fall of 2002 and I was working at The Daily Athenaeum, WVU’s student-run newspaper. I sat closest to the newsroom intercom system, so anyone who wanted access to the building in the evenings would ring the buzzer and await a response. Most of the time, the folks who answered the calls were sportswriters.
I didn’t mind. Not when it was her on the other side of the door.
That’s how I met the woman who’d become my wife.