I would still trade a weekend of greased, naked Twister with the other 4 for a stolen kiss from her. And i knew it the first moment i saw her - a repulsive notion, to be honest, since it wasnt in the flesh.
Funny thing is the first person i told was my dear, departed Mary. My wife was three times as fascinating as any woman i've known, yet she used to joke that after several hundred women, including her, i still didnt know what i wanted.
Every Saturday night, lo these 20 yrs she's been gone, i have my Mary's favorite drink (B&B over) and talk to her. First time i saw Megan McCormick, i could barely wait til that Saturday to tell her i finally knew what i wanted. And now i weep most every time i see the girl on TV because of that. Life is too strange....