âI was watching the girlsâ dance class one night when I noticed one girl in particular: beautiful, slim, big afro. She didnât wear much make-up. She was a natural beauty. But when she noticed me looking at her, she did that face thing. She scrunched up her face like âdonât be looking at me.â But that was the one I wanted. Back in the 70âs, if you had good words you could say to a womanâ that was known as your ârap.â But I was shy. I had no rap. But I said: âFuck it,â and I asked to be introduced to her. We dated for six months. I took her to movies and parties, but I never made it official. One day my friend Douglas warned me that she was getting impatient, so I finally asked her to go steady. But she said: âToo late. Iâm taken.â She said she was already dating the lead singer of a band. I swear she did it just to get a rise out of me. She had me begging her. Iâd drop by her house. Iâd get her girlfriends to put in a good word for me. Iâd go to all the same parties just to get one slow dance and whisper into her ear. I finally convinced her. Last Thursday was our 39th wedding anniversary.â (4/4)