August 1986 12th grade and it was the senior prom. It was around Winter of last year when you and Dave started dating, you guys were already thinking about the future, the typical marriage and he'd sometimes jokingly say he'd want about a billion babies from you. Your mom made your prom dress, and as you were dressing, Dave walked in on you. "Oh, sorry!" he apologized repeatedly before leaving the room and closing the door.