I know; it's kinda unbelievable, right? Interestingly, I met them independently. Back when I was an angsty teenie bopper my mom got fed up and made me see a therapist. He told me, essentially, that I was well, not mentally ill, and that I seemed to have my head screwed on straight enough. We got along quite well, insofar as it can be said that one 'get's along' with one's therapist.

Meanwhile, there was a girl I had a huge crush on at school. I asked her to go to a school dance with me. She already had a date, but suggested I take her friend, and we could all go together. I met her friend, and realized that she was the daughter of the shrink I'd been seeing for a year or so (kind of uncomfortable from his perspective, I'm sure, because he knew all the drugs I was taking, fucked up shit I thought and did, etc.; not the kind of kid you envision for your daughter, I don't think). Anyway, we went out, had a nice time, made out a bit, and that was that--never became great friends, didn't really stay in contact after high school to any great extent, but ran into each other around town enough to know that the other still existed. Then this happened, and the rest is history (incidentally, the girl I used to crush on in high school--still a great friend of mine--is the one who got us together that night; don't know if it was by design; I've never asked, but I know she did not care for my then current girlfriend).

So now, all the years later, I live (temporarily--in the process of buying a new home, which is a giant pain in the nuts) at my former therapist's house, play ping pong with him most nights, and am engaged to his daughter. Life takes funny twists and turns. I think it's good life strategy to not fight the current in those cases. You have a plan to turn left, but then the road to the right looks so much more inviting. Turn right, eh. That's my advice.