The year was 1991 – The place was Athens, Georgia. I was looking for a diamond in the rough.
I leaned against the bar, striking my best cowboy pose, and hoped to catch her eye.
Without much remorse, she shoved me out of my cowboy pose, disturbing my delicate balancing act. “Hey, do you think you can get away with that?” I said, half choking as I looked up to see the most stunning woman in the world.
Within moments, I discovered she has a wonderful light-hearted personality. Which meant one thing: I couldn’t let her get away.
The long haul. Somehow, I pushed aside the lump in my throat and got her number.