My husband and I met in driver’s training class when we were 15. We’ve been best friends ever since. How corny is that? Friendship doesn’t always lead to romance, however, and for us that leap didn’t come until years after we’d declared our best-friendship. During the time after we met, but before we started dating, we helped each other out in the romance department. I set him up with my friends. He provided comfort when an unbelievably stupid boyfriend broke up with me. I often criticized his choice in women; he hardly ever liked the guys I went out with. Each year, on ...