At least, that's the only thing I can imagine. When we met, I was still in high school, and I was (of course) still living at home. I had always had bunk beds, and I had my own room -- so I converted the lower bunk to a Lego spaceport. How? A big piece of gray plywood, covered by Lego space plates, upon which rested all of my various Lego space creations.
I figure that seeing so much Lego in a room is a big hurdle to overcome when evaluating a potential suitor, so she must have been weirdly turned on by it. How else to explain the fact that I successfully wooed her?
Years passed, and through the craziest long story you'll have ever heard (but to which I won't treat you), the Lego is no longer in my possession. And now, my kids are getting into it. So let me share with you some pix (culled from the web, to which I daily give thanks for such trivial pleasures) of my old Lego sets. Not the space stuff, which I got into only after a few years of Lego enjoyment (and I should add, over which I am now obssessing through eBay) -- but rather the first sets I had, which you will note (if you, too, were a Lego fan) are quite old, and many of which predate the modern minifig standard (note the baby in the kitchen set, and the non-articulated minifig limbs in the hospital and police sets). Enjoy!