Pete and I met when he was 25 and I was 17; 33 years ago. I thought he was just THE cutest guy ever and I very badly wanted to date him, love him and marry him. The 70′s being what they were, a time of free love and expression, we hung out alot, (I basically followed him around), had a lot of fun together, but we never dated. So I moved out of town and started living my life… Periodically I would go back home and see Pete were he worked and on one particular visit, he waved his hand at me and shouted, “look I got married”. I was devastated! I thought for sure we were supposed to be together!? Many years later I moved back to my home town and was re-acquainted w/ Pete, met his wife, liked her very much and we were all quite friendly. On occasion I would house and dog sit for them, his wife and I had lunch together, went to the gym, etc… We were friends. Then I got ill and had to go away for 3 months; when I returned home, Alice was very ill and within 6 weeks passed away. After a time Pete and I started dated, this past September we celebrated 10 years together. We are amazingly happy, and we know Alice would approve. Never, say never.
WE GET PEOPLE TALKING.
