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jane A. martin's avatar

My first date wasn’t a date at all. My actual date failed to arrive. So, I was minding my own business, waiting for an appropriate time to quietly leave. A person backed into me, full throttle, with a wedge of birthday cake. That was 21 years ago and cake is still part of our life together. Life continues to be full of surprises.

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Julia (nickname Julie)'s avatar

Mine was in the never-will-forget category. It was not only a first but also a blind, long-distance date. No cows or cobblestones, just Hollerith computer cards. My roommate, with whom I shared an apartment in Pittsburgh, PA, was dating a mutual friend who was in an MA program in Virginia. One weekend when she planned to drive to Richmond to see him, she talked me into going along for a date with a friend of our friend, a fellow graduate student. His research required him to load data to the campus mainframe by punching Hollerith cards (it was 1966!). I spent the weekend on this blind, first date – for which I had traveled nearly 6 hours and nearly 350 miles – punching my date’s data into the stack of cards; it seemed like hundreds of them! I was under no illusion of what life was going to be like with this man. Jerry and I will be married 55 years this September. :-)

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