It was a warm summer night in Mt. Washington. Cruising and hanging out, not knowing what was to come later in the evening..........The beginning of Mark and Trisha Moats!
I had been cruising and pulled over to stop and talk with some friends. I had given up on guys, they were all jerks! Then as I was leaving to head home, Mark walks over to talk for a few minutes. He asks me if I would give him a call sometime and I ofcourse gave him my number.
The very next day, my purse is stolen at the store, which holds....his telephone number. This actually crosses my mind, between being frantic that someone has all my personal info. How will it look when I run into him sometime and when he wonders why I would take his number and not call, I have to tell him "my purse was stolen". What a likely story!!!
Later in the evening, Mark calls me (lucky for me, he didn't wait for me to call him!!). Our first date was to the Olive Garden, we have been together ever since!
June 14, 1995
