Families Begin With Love Stories (So here’s one!)
It wasn’t like any of the Hollywood romances.
You didn’t bump into her and scatter her groceries onto the street. Her heart didn’t skip a beat when she saw your face as you picked her oranges. And you didn’t accidentally brush hands by simultaneously going for the same fruit.
It was instead a simple introduction made by a common friend. You shook hands, and on that cold Tuesday evening of April 13, 1982, at a friend’s housewarming party, a girl named ROSE came into your life. (Okay, the date you’re not exactly sure, but at least the year you can defend in court.)
You remembered how awkward the first few minutes were. She wasn’t the big talker and you were desperately trying to get a decent conversation going. ‘Actually, I saw you earlier, you were on the couch, talking with the girl in the funny hat’ — blundered the man trying to pass himself as suave.
But it was true. You saw her minutes before, did a double take, and rated her as an 8.5, but lacked the chutzpah to approach. (Sissy.)
She had the aura of an Ingrid Bergman, mysterious and elegant. Her smile has that Audrey Hepburn flair. And her hair, shoulder-length, was thick and black. Her eyes twinkle in brown. She wasn’t America’s Next Top Model, still, she was pretty and sexy — and to a man of 22, that…
