I was a young kid living the partying life; I was 20 years old, in Hawaii, and single. I had a fresh assortment of tourist girls flown in weekly (blondes and redheads were my specialty) but I was not happy. It was all so superficial! One day I met this dark-haired beauty with big brown eyes, and she was not like any girl I had met before. Her first words to me were not very kind! But something about her was haunting me. Maybe it was her cockiness. Maybe it was her thick accent. Could have been the way she wasn't scared of anyone or anything. Maybe it was all that and more. I had to get another chance to make a better impression on her than I did that first meeting.
As it turns out, she was dating my next door neighbor! (As it turns out, she was only going out with him to get my attention. Sneaky woman!) I met her in February. We went on our first date March 15, 1985, when my neighbor was on vacation. We were married on this date 26 years ago. We've been through a lot together, but there's no one else that I'd rather be with than my little chica, whom I call Pepper because of her spicy attitude. Looking forward to many, many more years!