Rosa Lyster lives

Aug 14, 2024 | newyorker.com | Rosa Lyster |Rosa Lyster lives

Last July, I got married. In the year since, I have told the story of how I met my husband perhaps a hundred times. It’s not an especially gripping anecdote—we were both at a pub—but, then again, it doesn’t need to be, because the most ordinary circumstances can take on a certain romantic sheen in light of what came next. As much as I love telling it, I sometimes wonder why this particular kind of origin story is indulged, why it is seen to matter so much more than all the others.