The first time I put my arm around the woman who would become my wife
by dennisoreilly
a while ago
North end of Pier 39
Description:
On our first date in 1982, we played tourist on a sunny July evening and gazed out at the San Francisco Bay. When I sensed she was chilly in the cool breeze blowing off the bay, I instinctively put my arm around her shoulders and felt her move close against my side. We fit together like notches in a gear.