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Covaan_Meshuga -> RE: Holding Hands (6/29/2008 10:43:05 PM)
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The first time my first husband, as my boyfriend, even touched my hand, it sent the most pleasant shock waves through me! We were in a large, grassy field, under a tree, in Forest Park, St. Louis, MO. It was starting to sprinkle. There we were, we two, I was leaning on a tree. he reached out, took my hand, and WOW!!! Wow. And his hand was definitely not the first one I had ever held. Nine years of widowhood later, I held my present husband's hand. But I was under so much pressure. I was so scared of where a relationship might take me. So scared of men, after some disastrous dating. I feel sorry for him now, because even at the wedding, I was Scared To Death. But he liked to hold hands, and 21 years later, we still do. He likes it, especially, when I instigate it.
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