She made me want to stop looking. Bear in mind, I'd known my wife for fifteen years by the time we were married, and had been living with her for six years prior to getting hitched. Between meeting her and dating her there were a couple dozen women for me and she dated this dude, married him and divorced him so it's not like we were fated or anything. When we finally did get together, I didn't see anything about her that could be beaten. It was like "this chick is damn near perfect." There was a seminal moment where I told her this, qualifying it with something like "the only thing I'd change is your taste in music." She came back with MY taste in music? I can turn on the radio and hear stuff I like. You're the one that has to special order bizarre clanky howly stuff from German labels nobody has ever heard of. I'm not the problem, YOU ARE. I laughed. She listens to Norah Jones. I listen to stuff she hates. We've been together for fifteen years.