I was attending PhilCon with a gaggle of friends. Two of them clicked on the car ride down. I tried to convince them to come to the Masquerade, but they insisted on seeing the midnight movie -- more romantic, they said.

Later that night they burst into the room and she shrieked at me, "Why didn't you warn me! That was a terrible movie to see with someone you've just met!" I said, "I told you to go to the Masquerade."

The move was "Dead Again". Still, they got maried a couple of years later.