Pam and I have been together for a while. Some folks have said that we make a “cute couple” and others who don’t know any better say that we were meant to be together.
I’m not a fan of fate or other mystical stuff so I disagree with that last bit. I will agree that our getting together had pretty long odds.

We met because my best friend didn’t want to be bored spitless at his girlfriend’s prom. (Actually, it was his girlfriend’s high school formal but most Americans don’t know what that means). Ken’s girlfriend, Mel, wanted Ken to take her to the prom. Ken would have rather eaten glass so he insisted that I tag along. I was single at the time. (OK, I’d always been single.) I didn’t want to be the third wheel on a date so I wasn’t agreeing to go. So, to make Ken go to the prom, Mel fixed me up with one of her single friends: Pam.
Pam and I met, fell in love at first sight, and were together ever since. Or something like that.
It all seemed pretty improbable.

Pam had broken up with her previous boyfriend a week before Mel’s quest to get me a date. If Mel had been hunting for a date much sooner, or if Pam had put up with her boyfriend a little longer or if Pam swore off men for a little longer, we would never have met.

The only reason that Ken was going out with Mel was that we all met at Randy’s party. Ken and Randy hadn’t been getting along so Ken was unsure about going to the party at all. If we hadn’t gone to the party, Pam and I wouldn’t have met.

I found out later that Mel was interested in Ken and me. When we all met, Ken had just happened to have had the most recent haircut. Mel called Ken instead of me because Ken, with his shorter hair, would have been easier for her father to accept. If I had gotten a more recent haircut, then Mel could have called me and Pam and I wouldn’t have met.

Pam wouldn’t have been in Toronto if it hadn’t been for her folks running from the sherrif. That’s a much longer and much more improbable story. To summarize, if Pam’s folks hadn’t been so nutty, Pam and I wouldn’t have met.

I wouldn’t have been in Canada, much less Toronto, if dad hadn’t decided to move us over. If dad had figured that England wasn’t so bad, Pam and I wouldn’t have met.

Pam and I were born 4,000 miles apart with an ocean between us.
Like I said, long odds.