I remember the first time Beth and I met. It was Fall '07 at LeTourneau University and I was just starting to gather some friends. Anyways, I was playing frisbee with my roommate and some assorted strangers. We were throwing the frisbee over a rather wide gully. As fate would have it... Beth and one of her friends, Leah, walked by. They stopped to throw the frisbee a few times (Beth threw it once). Her throw was absolutely terrible. It landed in the middle of the gully and I was forced to run down my hill in order to pick it up. They left shortly after that throw. I remember thinking something like, "I think she is interesting." Well, one thing led to another, and before I knew it we were a whole month into the relationship. I was telling her father that I was madly in love with her, and I was laying subtle (I mean blatant) hints about getting married to Beth. She didn't slap me... soooooo, I bought a ring nearly a year-and-a-half later... There is a simple moral to this story... If you are single, you need to play frisbee...