Ahhhh, nay, I met my Jolly Rob on the field of Honour (so many years ago) at the Renaissance Faire. He was working the Joust and I was with one of the sword troups.
Being in his cups, so not totaly to blame as he spent the next several years reminding me, he made a rather... ungenteel observation about something and I, ever the Warrior Poet, cold-cocked him behind the stages with himself ending up on his arse int he dust.
'Twas (almost) love at first sword draw.
How I miss him, the Gods bless him.