Six Degrees or Less -Finally My Cute Story

I am a bit of a sap when it comes to matters of the heart. I remember crying during Fox and the Hound (my dad couldn't make heads or tails as why I was sobbing after leaving the theatre). And, I am pretty sure, I cried at the end of Sixteen Candles. So, many times, sisters have revealed their stories of how they met their hubbies. I call these "cute stories." One sister told me that her husband had been a constant admirer from across the train tracks during the morning commute. One day, he walked up and handed her a piece of paper with the name and number of a muslim sister (my friend wasn't muslim at the time.) She called the number. The sister gave her dawah, she accepted islam and immediatly had a proposal for marriage, her admirer. Awww! So, I have mentally collected many sister's stories, but wondered about my own, did I have one? I saw my and my husband's union rather ordinary. Until last Spring, I had my ah ha moment. So here it goes, try and keep up.
My father's best friend Chuck, wife's half sister's step-son was married to my husband's ex-wife's ex-husband's older sister . . . Got it. How cute!