My Dad tells the following story to the middle school students in the science class he teaches. Their response: To roll their eyes. They are young and immature, and also don’t have any imagination (in my incredibly humble opinion).
Once, a man was out fishing off the Oregon coast—commercial fishing. He heard singing and looked down over the side of his boat, the Gail. There, in the waters, was a mermaid. She had long, dark hair, and sea-green eyes.
He felt a feeling he had never felt before. Wow, he thought.
He took the gold hoop from his ear (he was somewhat like Sinbad the Sailor, I think. Or perhaps like a pirate sailing the High Seas) and gave it to her. She slipped it on her ring finger and came ashore with him where they were married.
That’s my dad’s love story with my mom.