8 years ago tonight (it was a Saturday then, too), I took the subway from Astoria where I was living and went to a dating event. Of all the men there, I noticed one who I thought might make a fun date. A couple phone calls and 8 years later, and here we are. Happy “first met” anniversary to my husband Frank. I know we’re in it for the long haul and that’s a very comforting thing to have in life. I was single for many years, and that was great too, but this is what I envisioned for my third act, and I am not an easy person to match at all. Ask all the dates that went nowhere over 16 years. True keepers come along in their own time.