I met my girlfriend at a catering. A mutual friend of ours holds a big party every summer and had me make the food for the 150 people. He paid for the food, I supplied the expertise and volunteers would do the prep work and other chores of setting up the serviceware etc. Well that particular year, my friend assured me that my helpers would be there promptly at 9:00 am to get started. We were very busy the night before and I got to bed late and had to get up early the next day to get started on the catering. I get to work at 8:45 hoping maybe they would be waiting for me. No. So I go get started. 11:00 rolls around, and nobody is there, (I'm getting a little nervous) so I call my friend who tells me that he thought the people would be there and he was busy with getting the booze and the music and was too busy to track them down. 1:00 comes around and my restaurant co-workers show up to help with the prep, and a few minutes later-finally the work crew.They went sightseeing, had lunch, had a few beers then decided they would stop in and maybe help out a little. By this time I was frantic, grouchy, not in the mood for making a good first impression. One of the girls came over and offered me a beer and I growled "later" and she backed off and asked if I was always this way. One of my co-workers said no, she and the others stayed their distance as I made them peel prawns and rip lettuce. The party was a success. I BBQed for 150 people, the food was timely and tasty. About 8:30 that night I stepped away from the BBQ and the girl came up to me and asked if I was ready for that beer yet. I said yes and we ended up talking till the party was over. That was six years ago. We are still talking..... What part if any did food play in meeting your paramour?