The first time I was ever attracted to my future husband was when he was driving me in his ’91 Eclipse. His hands. Shifting. It was maybe 1997. I was probably 18 and he was 17. It wasn’t a date – just hanging out with a mutual friend. We had known each other for a few years already, and, even though we went to a very small school, we ran in different crowds. He was quiet and wore a lot…