Anyway, the way I met my wife was kind of funny. We had a mutual friend that used to do bonfires in his backyard over the summer. I went and brought a pack of Oreos to share. I opened it up, grabbed a couple and passed it down. My future wife was only 3 or 4 people down from me and I hadn't even caught her name yet. Basically, the pack of Oreos stopped with her. I mean, she just demolished the entire pack. I was thoroughly unimpressed and couldn't believe how rude she was. That was supposed to be a nice treat for everyone.
I got over it. She has no memory of the Oreo incident.