Ask Bob how we met and he will tell you we met in a bar. He says that mainly because he knows it will get a rise out of me, but since alcohol was served there, I guess he's not far off. It was a club. It was 1982 and we had disco fever.
The evening started innocently enough. I was relaxing in my bachelorette pad with my roommate, when she suggested we go dancing. I initially balked, reminding her the next day was a work day, but without too much arm twisting we were on our way to the Portsmouth, Virginia Enlisted Club. We liked going to the Navy Base clubs because there were always young men ready to dance and they were generally more polite and respectful than the non-military area honky-tonk crowd. We found a table and got ready to dance the night away.
It wasn't long before a handsome man approached and asked if I'd like to dance. Tall, dark hair, handsome. He was dressed the part; silk shirt, flared polyester pants, side-zipped ankle boots. This guy had style. This guy had class.
There on that dance floor in Portsmouth, VA, as we danced our first dance to Ebony and Ivory, our story began. Chapter One, Page One. Some chapters read like a mystery while others are more horror-filled. There is drama, comedy, adventure, romance, and we continue to write. It may never make the Times Best Seller list, but it's our story...and we're sticking to it.
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