It was 9:20 on a Saturday night on July. I was standing in front of St. Luke's on Chestnut Avenue and West 36th. St.  A brown station wagon pulled up in the bus stop and a guy got out with a lot of blonde hair he approached me and just started talking while this girl in the front seat was yelling for him, telling he better come on NOW. After a while he did leave but not without telling me something. He put his face to my ear and told me, " I'm going to marry you, you know. As I laughed at him he left, while I was thinking what's wrong with him talking to me like that with his girlfriend. Five months later on December 2, 1971 at 8:34 Wesley was standing on the corner of west 34th, and Keswick road. My hands were frozen and u was going home when he called me asking me something. I walked over and we started talking. Ten day later I got my first ring, a beautiful Pearl. The first time Wesley proposed it was in his basement on June of 1972 and I laughed believe it or not. After the third time I agreed. It was a hard beginning, oil and water does not stay mixed forever but, through it all our love grew. The first thing he said to me before he said his bow was, "I told you I would marry you.". Guess he was right.