[jimmybob69]

I can't compete with most of the stories here, but I cherish this memory .
It's a little long because it has to do with developing trust.

Part 1

I met my current wife in early 1976. February 29th, 1976 to be exact.
I had been married five years earlier, at 21, but now I was single.
I was 26, she was 23.
She looked like Farrah Fawcett. She was naturally blonde and did her hair in the same manner as Farrah
She had never been married and, as a matter of fact, she was still a virgin.

Really. Honestly.

Her parents were strict Mormons. She had been raised as Mormon and indoctrinated in the faith. Her father was a bit domineering, and she had self confidence issues. I had self confidence issues myself. My ex-wife had been unfaithful on several occasions and finally left me for one of her other boyfriends. I should also note, for the record, I had a young son from that previous marriage and had him a lot of the time because his mother was busy reaping her wild oats.

My future wife lived next door to my older brother and his wife, and would babysit for them occasionally. They played matchmaker and that is how I met her.

Anyway, we met and began dating in mid winter. We did the dating thing for a month or so. I would pick her up at her parents house and dutifully return her at the end of the evening. We would go to movies, out to clubs, or any other things that young people would do in the mid 70's on a date. We had fun together. We boosted each others ego's. But we didn't really get a chance to make out because she lived a half hour from my house and there wasn't time to do something, make out and then drive her home and get me back home for my son when he got up.

It so happened that she worked in an office about 1/2 mile from my house. About a month into the relationship we had a late season snowstorm and the roads became virtually impassable. There was no way she could get home to her parents house. She called me from work to see if she could stay at my house with me overnight. I, of course, said yes, but she had to make me dinner. It just so happened that my son was with his mother for a week. Once she got there she called her parents to let them know she would not be driving home in the storm and was going to stay with me, at my house, overnight. Her father gave her a ration of shit (he really didn't like me because I was divorced, against their religion) and she told him if he wanted her to come home, he would have to come pick her up because she wasn't going to wreck her car trying to get home. As I said before, it was an hour round trip on clear dry roads. He decided she may have had a good point. With that drama resolved, she started making dinner while I made a fire in the steel fireplace I had installed in the living room. Those of you that lived through the 70's may remember the cone shaped steel fireplaces people put in their houses. I had one.

Dinner was over, the table was cleared, I think maybe even the dishes were clean, and it was still early. There was a lot of time left in the evening. She said, innocently, what do you want to do.. I said, well, we have a fire in the fireplace, I have this bottle of wine I've had for a while, my son is with his mother, nobody's going to come knocking on the door tonight, and we really haven't had any time in our relationship to do any making out, so......what do you think???

She said I am a virgin. I will be a virgin on my wedding day. I know you were married and have had sex. I won't have sex with you or anyone else until I have a ring on my finger. We can make out but if you do anything that makes me uncomfortable I will stop you and if you don't stop when I ask you to I will leave, even in this storm. And, I won't take my clothes off. Those are my ground rules.

She also added, I've made out with some of the other guys I've dated and to tell the truth, it never did anything for me. "I'm really not that responsive." (Note: Most of the conversations are adlibbed. I put quotes around this because it is a direct quote. I will still throw it out to her "not bad for an unresponsive woman" after an occasional multiorgasmic event).

I said, OK. I understand. Let's see what happens.

We pulled the couch over in front of the fireplace and poured a couple of glasses of wine. I put my two favorite albums on the record changer, Gord's Gold (Gordon Lightfoot) and Crosby, Stills, and Nash, the one with Suite Judy Blue Eyes. We lit a few candles, turned out the lights and sat down in front of the fire.