One sultry evening, my one and only — dazzling, irreplaceable, and occasionally devious — wife came to me with a rather curious request. “Husband,” she said (with that tone that’s equal parts mischief and mission brief), “you write all those stories of yours, right? Well then, write our story. From your point of view. I want to know what was going through that mysterious head of yours — what you thought, how you felt, how you reacted. Especially those key turning points: our first meeting, the decision to move in together, and, of course, your grand proposal — hand, heart, and all.” Now, I don’t often take writing requests. I’m more of a “strike-when-the-lightning-hits” kind of storyteller. So naturally, this one threw me off — but it also piqued my curiosity. Recalling the factual timeline of those events? Easy. But digging up what I was thinking and feeling at the time? Now that’s a trickier beast. Still… let’s give it a shot. Orange Backpack as a Means of Seduction Ou...