I wracked my brain, searching for what significant occurrence could possibly be commemorated on October 4th. We'd gotten married on August 14th; I couldn't see any connection there.
I gave up. "Anniversary of what?"
"Our first date!" he said cheerfully, smiling.
I melted. "Really? I guess you're right...early October..."
"Yep!" he looked immensely pleased with himself. I felt myself staring down a road of lifelong struggles to remember significant dates in our lives--and then I figured it out: he's got them all noted in his calendar program on his desktop.
"This is why technologically-savvy men are going to be evolutionarily dominant," I said. "Nice one!"
So: we've been together a year! :) Woo! :)