Back in the year 1969 or 1970, a boy was scooting along on his metal mini bike, with his 3.5 horsepowered engine,somewhere in Queens New York. It was either a tecumsah, or briggs and stratton engine, didnt work well, but got him around.
This boy drove his friend to another friend, dropped him off and the boy went on his little mini bike and drove off.. When rounding the corner, he noticed a little darkskinned skinny girl sitting with another skinny little girl. He was around 15, she was around 13 and half years, her friend around 13 also.
He circled the block, drove right up to the 2 little girls, having no clue who they were, looked at the skinny darkskinned one and said, matter of factly"I dont know who you are, but I want to marry you one day."
The two girls burst out in laughter, afterall, they were 13, and they giggled and whispered to each other, giggled some more, got up and laughed at the boy. Those girls were best friends since they were like 10 y/o.
Time went by, the boy never saw the girls again, but then around a year later, at a gathering of teens, he saw her again and asked someone to introduce him to her. She was still hanging close to her best friend, and again, they laughed at the boy and giggled like little girls do.
The boy stayed focused, the more he pursued this skinny little girl over time, the more her and her best friend giggled at him.
To make a long story short, that boy, years later married that skinny little girl, and now, her best friend still lives a few blocks away and they still giggle and whisper together like little girls. That boy was me. And Dec 2nd this thursday, makes 32 years I married that little skinny girl
Heres some proof.
And just so I dont get accused of copying, that tuxedo I rented in 78, long before Ben Stiller wore it in Theres something about Mary on prom night.