So my grandma is always the one to tell the story about how she met my grandpa, so last night, for the first time, I got to hear the story from my grandpa.
So my grandpa met up with some of his friends at this bar to get some burgers. His friends were on a double date and made the girls mad and left them in the car. My grandpa decided to go chat up the girls. The girls were cold so my grandpa decided to take the car and drive around town for a little while to warm up the car. After they drove back to the bar my grandma wrote down her number on the back of a matchbook in her lipstick and gave it to my grandpa.
Funny enough, my grandpa was already on a date of his own that night. He had apparently made her mad earlier in the night, too, and met up with her again after he left the other girls. He said, “I knew exactly what I was going to do when I took her home.”
He drove up to the edge of the driveway, still on the road, leaned across her and opened the door and said, “Have a good night.”
He said he’s never seen that girl since that night.