I knew Lucas was a Star Wars groupie pretty early in the relationship. Considering all of his other wonderful qualities, I figured as long as he never made me wear a Princess Leia costume, I could live with this fault. Up until now, all he's required of me was to watch a couple of the movies. I could handle that.
Then, he found out the Science Center of Iowa was having a "May the fourth be with you" party. He batted his long eyelashes and put on his nicest smile asking me if I'd go with him. I said no thinking he just wanted me to go to torture me. He asked again the next day; I said no. He asked a third time; I said no. The day before the event, May the third, he told me he really wanted me to go because he loves Star Wars and at least wants me to appreciate it. I realized how lame I was being and agreed to go. Lucas does a lot of things I want to do - so spending an hour or two with a bunch of fictional characters wasn't going to kill me.
For $11 each, we got free reign of the Science Center. I'm pretty sure we were the oldest people there without children. Lucas and his friends didn't seem to mind. They were just as excited as most of the kids while I played the role of the mom taking pictures and making sure they didn't get into any trouble.