The first time I met my husband, I told my friend there was absolutely no chance I would date him. My reason was unbelievably shallow: I hated his shoes. They were bright, ugly, and completely mismatched with his clothes. I spent half the evening staring at them and wondering how an adult man had made that choice.
Two weeks later, we met again through mutual friends, and I realized he was funny, patient, and one of the easiest people to talk to. We've now been married for seven years. He still owns terrible shoes. I have never told him that a pair of neon sneakers almost prevented our entire marriage.