HE SAID. . .(after being sworn in). . . I was leaving Luigino restaurant at the corner of 12th and H Street around 10:45pm Tuesday February 26, 1998 (had to plug Luigino, one of my favorite restaurants) when I walked by Capitol City Brewing  Company on the corner of 11th and H Street.  I was feeling pretty sick, I had a cold, and wanted to do nothing more than go home and get in bed.  All of a sudden, it was like a hand grabbed the  back of my suit jacket and dragged me into the brewery where Tamaya was sitting.  I walked up and said hello to my friend Billy the Bartender and asked him for a bottle of water.  Usually, he has  my amber on the bar before I sit down, but I told him I wasn't feeling well and needed some water.  I look a few bar stools down from me and see this short, dark haired woman holding a beer as if  nursing a child.  She was pretty and by herself, I was sick, but interested.  She shot out her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Tommy."  I  said, "Hi, I'm single."  I didn't really say that.  I introduced myself and immediately sat down next to her.  I was drinking water like a camel and figured what the hell, a cute woman at a bar, I didn't  want to seem like one of these health nuts, so I ordered a beer.  2 hours later, the 4th beer turned into the 2nd Gran Marnier.  We were loopy.  Listening to music from the jukebox and me being an  idiot and trying to impress her with my status as a Concierge.  That didn't work.  She was too keen to fall for that.  She said to me and I quote, "I don't mean to be rude, but I could care less what you  do and who you know, tell me who you are."  At that moment, I knew I liked her a lot.  You see, with most women in DC, you have to impress them with your status to get anywhere with them.   "Tommy" pleasantly surprised me.  We had a great conversation, closed down the bar.  I gave her a ride home, telling her it was on my way which was a bold faced lie, it was in exactly the opposite  direction, 5 miles at that.  I invited her to a going away party for some friends the next night, shook her hand, gave her a business card and expected to never see or hear from her again in my life.   However, that didn't happen either.  The next night, I was getting off work and the phone rings.  I didn't want to answer it, but I did.  The voice on the other end said, "Hi, it's Tommy.  What time  should meet you to go to that party?"  That question is what started the rest of my life from that moment on.  Nothing romantic with the way we met, but we must have clicked.  We now are the joint  owners of a cat that acts like a dog, have a full apartment of lots of unnecessary furniture, understand that drool happens, especially while you are sleeping, and have experienced our first joint account.   No, not the bank. . . .car insurance.  Now that's what I call sharing.  The car has always been my baby.  Now it isours.