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I met my wife in Paris during the French Bicentennial in July 1989. The French celebrate Bastille Day during the night before the anniversary. We were sitting in Monmartre, below the Sacre Coeur, watching firecrackers and bottle rockets explode, and she spontaneously kissed me on the cheek. It was all down hill from there.