Present Wedded Bliss Haint No Touchstone

Present wedded bliss haint no touchstone... Circa ~ late spring/ early summer 1978 twas at behest of Harriet Harris, thus due credit mother dearest (she long since passed away) who tried, to bribe, coax, exhort... (protracted effort not all in vain), cuz her second of three progeny, and sole son i.e. (me) to commingle, frolic, immerse myself quintessentially ushering yawping zeal, cuz general disposition courtesy yours truly heavily trended toward solitude, limiting interpersonal opportunities minus those crafted, viz overactive imagination (mine). I took immediate affinity (think how quick ducks adapt to water) to milieu of contra dancing and soon became popular with the gals, surprising myself how enjoyable untrammeled pinteresting linkedin hoopla delivered je ne sais quois joie de vivre (the most fun one could experience without taking off their clothes), me no exhibitionist by a far cry! How fitting and proper to state we (thyself and spouse) met (for reel) at Thursday night contra dance Summit Presbyterian Church 6757 Greene Street, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 19119 (initially held at Church of Saint Martin-in-the-Fields, Saint Martins Lane, Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia, PA 19118 scads of years past (actually more'n deuce score of decades ago), whereby the missus claims, she espied (yours truly then as) young lad (bookworm type fella) with boyish good looks and golden locks emblematic of Samson, who would be envious (ha). At four foot eleven the petite prospective missus (plus her waist length brunette tresses) ball of fire stood out amidst madding crowd drew attention (mine), yet she vociferously, vigorously, and vehemently still claims initial awkward overtures ascribed to Zison assertiveness. Yours truly, he blatantly admits pranced as novitiate devoid of interpersonal finesse and polish to whit, a mere neophyte in a nutshell hankering to sow wild oats that's zit. Whereby our marriage got off to (how shoal I say) rocky start gallivanting with thee lass, who would eventually take me (grudgingly - ha) as her respective lifelong sweetheart. Unbeknownst to yours truly, pent up unleashed testosterone experienced disquieting alarm adequately adept equipped with strong arm, I tapped into secrete Lucky charm, (albeit surreal environment cavorting amidst madding crowd) helped cultivate feral latent impotent animal husbandry to farm long fallow fresh unadulterated field jabbering innocent blather, brazenness embarrassingly proliferated, but provocative behavior smote ego (mine) not with irrecoverable harm, analogous to angry bees didst adequately buzzfeeding naiveté beehive ving like metaphorical swarm (smartly stinging me) think freshly cooked cockles and muscles clammy and warm. I eventually acquired figurative ropes regarding dating game basic primal version (at that time apps unnecessary) nevertheless, call of the wild thee woke former slumbering beastie boy needed receptive body to tame, he thus availed himself as lame crash test dummy feebly acquired social skills bungled how to romance a capricious dame readied himself to aim. Aye celebrate mine life partner with balance and swing proffering courtesy turn exhibiting gratitude occasionally while with linkedin elbows we turn a circle punctuating spontaneity with do-si-do. Just now, nine days shy of twenty third orbit delineating, demarcating, denoting, supposed whereby justice of the peace Judge Henry Schireson, (who still maintains an office 925 Montgomery Avenue, Suite 100 Narberth, Pennsylvania 19072-1913) accommodated us as we became newlyweds pledging our troth that hot July twenty fifth, I try to recollect any vestige constituting distinguishing, under_scoring outstanding details sifting thru hazy memories of past.