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How I Met Your Mother

My parents met at a showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show in 1985. They would go on to date for four years, then get married on March 10, 1990. It’s a pretty simple story that can clearly be conveyed in 30 words or less. Perhaps it’s the simplicity of the encounter between of the two of them that makes the story special, besides the fact that they’re my parents, of course.

I asked my dad about that night and seeing my mother for the first time. “Well, at first I thought she was too young. I was 18 and recently graduated from high school and I thought she was a freshman or something,” he said. I find that comment to be strange, and I can’t decipher if it’s a compliment or not. Regardless, my father eventually found my mother “very attractive and fun to be around.”

I actually know very little about my parents’ meeting. I have no idea what either of them were dressed as at the showing. I’ve also never even seen Rocky Horror, though my mother has incessantly told me to go to screenings of it.

My father, on the other hand, has not been as adamant about me seeing Rocky Horror. I think he recognizes it both as a cultural milestone and also not of my generation. Perhaps, also he’s a little embarrassed that he used to dress up and sing and act along with the movie.

Is it weird that I’ve never seen the film that would eventually lead to my being alive? I dunno. I think I mentioned that in a column sometime last year, but I should also add that I have no particular interest in seeing it.

My sister did dress up as Columbia one Halloween and I do have “Time Warp” on my spooky season playlist though. I kind of like that the movie is this mysterious and elusive thing. I probably wouldn’t want to see it unless it was on the big screen, but the only way to do that is to attend a movie party which involves already knowing how to participate, so you see my dilemma.

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