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My dad is awesome in many ways. But the coolest and most memorable story I ever heard was about my granddad. My g-mom always reminisces about him (he's been dead for 20 years) and told me about the first time he asked her on a date. They went to dinner and a movie, he walked her home, dropped her off and said "I'm going to marry you, you know." She thought he was crazy. What a pimp.

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Thank you for reminding me of a great Dad story.

My parents were best friends in high school. They sat together on the bus, talking about their romances, etc. Dad went away to school and they kept in touch writing.

At some point while he was gone he decided that she was the one. He came home for a visit. She was engaged.

He tells her, "I'm going to come calling on you on Saturday."

"You better not." she replies. "Bill, (the fiance), is going to be there."

"I don't care. I'm telling you now that I will be there to call on you."

Sure enough, he shows up. The three of them sit uncomfortably in the living room together for a while.

Finally she gets up and calls Bill into the kitchen. She gives him the ring back. The rest is history.

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This is not a Dad story; it's about my Dad's parents, though.

My grandfather was in the Navy, and was stationed in San Diego. He was in uniform, walking past some tennis courts, when my grandmother saw him for the first time. She turned to the girl she was with and pointed him out, saying, "That's the man I'm going to marry."

They were married three weeks later in Tijuana. They had to get married there because the base Chaplain refused to marry them because they hadn't known each other long enough. Their "marriage certificate" was basically a transcript of the ceremony in Spanish, since the priest who performed the ceremony didn't really understand why my grandparents needed such a thing or what it was.