"They don’t even agree on how they met. In Currie’s version, he was working the book table at one of [Anne] Carson’s readings in Ann Arbor when, during the reception—while everyone else was enjoying the feast (it featured a shrimp volcano)—Carson brought him a plate of food. 'I have no memory of this,' Carson said. In her version, Currie was suddenly just hanging around. 'There you were, and then you were there more.'"
Inscrutable, insufferable…
Shrimp volcanos sound fun until a molten shrimp explodes in your eye, blinding you for life.
They really need to work on the meet cute story.
Are we allowed to make fun of Anne Carson on this website? I guess not?
Alternatively, I once met someone at a reception involving a chocolate volcano. Neither the relationship nor the volcano ended well.