champagne and therefore spent way more time dancing to Blank Space and dipping cheese in ranch dressing and virtually no time talking to my soon-to-be boyfriend.
Just a week after my 23rd birthday we were invited skiing with our two friends who had just started dating, my friend broke her wrist, and Jordan and I spent a great deal of the day talking to one another.
Not long after we took a road trip to California together, said “I love you” for the first time on Valentine’s day and the rest…it’s not so distant history.
Looking back there are a lot of reasons Jordan and I shouldn’t have met.
Any decently nice guy accumulates ex-girlfriend friends. Or, Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones, who are 25 years apart in age?