The year was 1958. The place was Sherman Hall, a girl dorm and mixed eating hall which was part of the cooperative system at the University of California at Berkeley. The time was just after dinner. And the event was an unknown overweight girl having a birthday and no one celebrating it.
I suggested that she and and another girl go down the hill to Telegraph Avenue and I would treat them to ice cream cones. We did. This was the start of a life long friendship.
Seven years later, after what had been a Platonic relationship and then evolved into an on again, off again courtship, that girl, now very much slimmed down and attractive, and I were married.
As I kissed her in front of the justice of the peace and his wife, she looked up and, recalling something that I had told her years earlier about the odds of us ever getting married, she said “One in ten thousand, huh?”
Terry’s glibness always got the better of me!
And some forms of love only grow over time.
