From then on, the evening shifted completely.
We chose simple pasta and let the conversation unfold naturally. Hours disappeared as we shared stories about our families, our dreams, and the futures we imagined.
What began as one of the tensest dates of my life turned into one of the most meaningful. By the time I walked her to her car, the nerves were gone, replaced by an undeniable sense of connection. That one odd question had revealed something rare and genuine in her character.
Today, she’s my wife, and that first date remains one of our favorite memories. We laugh about how rattled I was, but we also cherish the lesson behind it: true value isn’t found in expensive meals, houses, or gifts—it’s in the bond two people build together. Even now, whenever we go out, she’ll playfully ask the same question to the waiter, and every time, I’m reminded of the night I realized love isn’t about grand gestures—it’s about honesty, patience, and choosing to face the world hand in hand.
