This is Exhibit No. 374 of what happens when Big Guy doesn't stick to the script.
Big Guy may not remember when he met Michelle, but I remember the first date. He and Lady M sat in the front seat of Big Guy's old Ford Fiesta while I sat in the back seat, my screen on the hump, and scrolling text for Big Guy backwards, so he could read me via the rear-view mirror.
I don't know why he can't remember that. That night is seered into my brain. 20 years of therapy hasn't gotten it out.