After lurking and enjoy your writing I figured it’s time I try to write this down. It’s been well over 20 years since this happened and I’ve never put anything like this into words, so bare with me. There’s a bit of a long backstory.
I met my wife, Ann, in the 1980s through mutual friends. I was an engineer with an aerospace company in Seattle and she was a tax attorney who knew some of my coworkers. Me: I’m a dorky white guy, 6’2″ and at the time I was about 170 lbs with a pretty good body from cycling. Her: She grew up on Mercer Island to parents who made money in the import business. She was Korean, born in Seattle, and thus she was a mix of ultra strict conservative Asian family values and an American girl who liked Duran Duran and shopping. She had only dated one guy before we met, a Korean med student who she was set up with by their parents. Even though she lost her virginity to him she didn’t want to marry him because of the pressure both her parents and his put on her to do just that. Her details: very slim 5’6″, 115 lbs, long black hair contrasting her pale white skin and the most beautiful eyes you could imagine. She never shaved, but had very sparse pubic hair. Her 32A breasts were topped off with the pointiest nipples that would make pencil erasers jealous.