It is lucky for me that my wife was ever born. Allow me to explain.
Her parents, Ginger and Bob, recently celebrated their anniversary. They reminisced about their first date. It was a blind date. It was a disaster. Nevertheless, Ginger gave Bob another chance — and the rest is history, including the birth of three children, one of whom I married.
Are you wondering why that might not have happened? If you were in Ginger’s shoes, one date like her first with Bob might have been enough.
I don’t blame Bob for being nervous. He was only 19 years old at the time, hardly a man of the world. He was out with the prettiest girl he had ever seen. It was a double date. His friend had fixed him up with Ginger, who, like his own date, was a nursing student. Bob had been skeptical about being fixed up with a girl…
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