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Again, we had never met in person, so when I heard that Herbert was coming to our town to visit his son
and daughter-in-law’s family, I thought it would be delightful to finally meet the person that I had heard
about so many times. I wanted to put the name with the face.
I certainly didn't have any thoughts of romance, at least not consciously. In fact, if people would have
told me that I would marry a complete stranger after knowing him only a month, I would have told them,
“You’re crazy as a bedbug!”
But that's exactly what happened!
Herbert came to visit, and he says the first time he saw me at a Saturday night church social that he felt inside we were going to
be spending the rest of our lives together—just like that.
It's a good thing he didn't tell me that right then, or I would have probably run the other way as fast as my legs could have carried
me. But he didn't tell me, and I accepted his invitation to go out to eat with his son and daughter-in-law after church on Sunday.
On the way back home from a restaurant in the next town, Herbert and I were riding in the backseat on the way home, and he
asked if he could hold my hand. I was too shocked to say no. So he did. Just like that!
It was innocent enough, but I realized that my heart was pounding like a teenager who just got kissed for the first time. There I
was, sitting with this tall, lanky, suntanned farmer that I hardly knew, and he was suddenly holding my hand. I couldn't imagine
what he would be like if he had two minutes with me alone. Yet I liked it. It made me feel a little giddy and quite charmed, I must
admit. And I liked the warmth that I felt inside. It was like being a teenager with a handsome beau again.

We got married in Irma's backyard, surrounded by members of our families, with a backdrop of roses from my farm and lots of
other flowers.
And that night we went "all the way," as we used to say as young people. It was as wonderful and romantic as we'd both hoped. By
that time we had spent lots of nights petting and counting the days until we could be completely free with each other.

Imagine our surprise the next morning at breakfast when Eddie and Patsy presented Herbert and me with a framed plaque, the
UNDERWATER SHOOTING STAR AWARD. She had used her computer to print out the certificate with our names and the date of
our big "achievement."
After our initial surprise and embarrassment, we all had a big laugh when they told us that friends of theirs in Florida had started
the “club.” They admitted being just as embarrassed as we had been when they got their plaque!

I have always liked to kiss, even back when I was a teenager before I married Maude. I kissed Maude for over 50 years, and she
always seemed to like it. I've kissed Irma for nearly 12 years, and I never tire of it, nor does she.
I guess I’m just a kissing fool, as people used to call lovesick teenagers. I simply love to kiss and be kissed. Maybe I didn't get
enough attention as a child or something—there’s probably some deep psychological reason—but I don’t care. I just like
caressing and kissing and hugging.