True love is my spurned suitor fixing me up with the man of my dreams

Afterward, our mutual friend Ron called and asked me what I thought. He told me that he'd talked to Peter, and "he thought you were great." Years later, I found out he told Peter the same thing, about me. On our third date, Peter suggested we go to Magic Mountain on Super Bowl Sunday, because most people would be watching the game, and we could ride the roller coasters as many times as we wanted. (We both loved roller coasters.) On our last ride, it started to pour down rain. It was exhilarating. Drenched, we drove back to my apartment. When we opened the door, Peter said, "Honey, why don't we get out of these wet clothes and into a dry martini."