We’d been dating off and on for over a year. It was New Year’s Eve, 1983 and we had just gotten back together. Back in the fall, I had decided to confront her on the fact that I wanted more from our relationship than it appeared she did.
I went to her apartment over on East 83rd street and asked her directly: “Tell me, what is it you’re looking for?” She thought for a minute and said: “Someone who is strong but sensitive.”
While I thought “that’s me,” apparently, she didn’t agree. So, we split up once again.
Then in late December, through a number of unusual circumstances, we found ourselves once again dating. With it being New Year’s Eve, we did what most New Yorkers do on New Year’s Eve, we went to a movie and then had Chinese food.
As we were finishing up our dinner, the waiter brought us our fortune cookies. She reached for one; I reached for the other.
She opened hers first and it said: “Trust what your heart tells you.” I then opened mine, smiled, and handed it to her. She read it out loud “You are strong but sensitive.” We’ve been married now for 39 years.
