I still remember where I met my former wife for the first time – we’ll call her “Abby”. We’d agreed to meet at a 7-11, of all places, in Old Orchard Beach here in Maine. I stepped into the store after it didn’t seem like she’d show up, and I called her number from the payphone inside. She apologized for being late and said she’d be right there. When she stepped out of her car, I remember thinking that she was pretty. We introduced ourselves and then discussed what the night had in store for our first official date since we’d met on Match.Com The date was pretty low-key for the most part. We went to Old Orchard Beach, even though it was winter,…