I just realized it was our second date.
I had just moved into this little duplex. There were three of them in a row.
He brought over great big thick pork chops, corn on the cob, and his little grill.
We sat inside and talked and periodically went out to check on the food.
Neither of us had a lot of practice grilling. I don’t remember what we talked about.
We had been married about 2 years when Mickey learned what happened next…
We went out to look at the food. As we stepped out the door, I casually glanced to the right. There in the glow of the back porch light, two doors down, my neighbor was feeding her cats.
I nearly swallowed my tongue.
In excess of 6 feet tall, bigger than most men.
She was tiptoeing into her back door.
….Tiptoeing, by-the-way, is no substitute for a shirt and pants.