Mm-hmm.

You know, and, you know, she was 18 or whatever.

I said, "Well, you know, I think I've met her somewhere along the line, maybe, uh, on Facebook," and we were.

I got in touch with her and told her my daughter wanted to meet her or whatever.

She has these, uh, yard sales of groupie couture, so we went and visited her.

At this point, I was well into my divorce here, second bachelorhood.

We got divorced in 2004, and my wife, as she then was, and she still is, 11 years younger than I am.

Nothing wrong with that.