People are always asking me how we met. Well, here's the story: One summer evening in 1994, my friend Jacque called and asked if I wanted to come over and hang out with her and her friend Bill, along with Bill's friend Mark. I had met Bill a few months earlier during one of Jacque's many house hunting expeditions, and remembered that he lived in Washington, D.C. He was in L.A. on business and had stayed over for the weekend with Mark. I wasn't doing much of anything, so I agreed.

During the introductions, we realized that we had met each other before, at my house of all places. Jacque had mentioned on the phone that she thought I had met Mark at the birthday party that she and I had given with our friend Diedre the year before. But my introduction to Mark had come late on what had been a long and tiring night -- I didn't remember him. (Later on I went through the pictures taken at the party, and sure enough, there he was.) Anyway, we were hanging out looking at videos, with me on the sofa next to Jacque, and Mark on the other sofa next to Bill. As we talked, I realized that he was a really nice guy. He was polite, funny, upbeat, down to earth, and smart. Plus he was cute and had a great personality. After awhile, I moved across the room and sat next to Mark (later on he told me he kept dropping his voice on purpose so I'd have to move closer). Right away we found we had a lot in common. We had a great time and before the night was over, had exchanged phone numbers.