Perseid meteor shower leads to sparks on earth

Years ago I became a big fan of the Perseid meteor showers. Every year I would drive up into the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains and spread a blanket and enjoy the light show. Then I got divorced. The show is not so much fun solo, so I began the search for a viewing mate. Hey, I thought, this could make a great date! It had everything going for it. The excursion would be a) Cheap, b) in the dark, c) require lying down on a blanket, d) involve lots of oohing and ahhing. Looked like a perfect plan to me. The only hitch was finding a partner that would fall for it.
I had my eye on a verrrrrrry cute young lady named Rebecca. The problem, she thought, was that she was too young. (Or was it that I was toooooooo old.) A twelve year difference didn't seem like so much of an obstacle to me, but for her it was a big deal. When I ran into her at a church choir practice I launched my evil plan. I cornered her in the kitchen and began my patented spiel on the beauty of the showers, lamenting that I had nobody to share them with.
"Well you haven't asked me." she replied, batting her long lashes and smiling with that come hither sort of look.
"Would you like to join me tomorrow night?" I implored, hoping desperately that she would accept.
"No." she replied curtly, still smiling and batting her baby blue eyes.
"You are way too old for me, and besides, you know I have a boyfriend."
Shot down cold! I had no comeback. I had to try to smile, but all I could manage is to make some lame excuse and walk away. Talk about cold blooded!
Not be totally deterred from my plan, I talked one of her best friends into going with me. However the blanket never made it out of the trunk and Paula and I sat on the hood of my car to watch the star show. That was it, we just watched the show. It was a great show, but no sparks.
A couple of months later, Rebecca asked her boyfriend to marry her and he said no way. She called me that very day to let me know that she was available and needed a ride to a church activity that night. That was eleven years ago and the rest is, as they say, History. We have been married over ten years now and we still like to watch the big show every August. But, and trust me on this one, that's not the only time of year that the sparks fly.

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