My husband and I met late January of 1986. I wouldn’t kiss him when we first met, so he held out his hand and offered to thumb wrestle me for a kiss. He won and got his kiss. Oh, man, what a kiss! He proposed to me four days after we met, but I didn’t take him serious. I did accept, but I wasn’t really mature enough at twenty to be real serious. We dated for two years-on and off. We would have gotten married sooner but I was the hold out. My own mother had been married and divorced many times and I had a very negative view of marriage. We must have had a lot of obvious problems because when we got married on my birthday-halloween 1988-the men at his work took bets that we wouldn’t last the year. Well, this year will be seventeen years and not only am I still married but I am incrediably happy. My husband is my best friend and I love him so much.