One winter evening when I was 16 years old, I had a double date with Bill Jordan and his friend, Bill Rapp, of Wakita and his date, Ann Love. Ann was a very aggressive Gore school acquaintance of mine. The four of us went to a movie in Bill Rapp’s old Model A Ford Coupe. It was very crowded, so one of us had to sit on our date’s lap. Since Bill Rapp was driving, I sat on my date, Bill’s lap and Ann sat in the middle between us and her date. The car did not have a heater so we got a bit cold coming home from the movie. I knew Ann had eyes for my date, but never dreamed she would take her crush as far as she did that night. She kept squirming and saying “Ohhh it is so cold.” After a few times of her saying this, I felt a hand grasp my left hand while she still cooed how cold it was. She squeezed tighter and tighter each time she spoke. At first, I thought she knew it was my hand that she was squeezing. It soon became obvious she thought it was my date’s hand. Now, I had a decision to make. Should I wiggle my hand loose or just let things go. I decided on the latter decision, because I did not want to embarrass her. I am sure she wondered why there was no response from my date. It did amuse me that she was foiled with her amorous moves on my date. Yet, a bit of anger surfaced for me too. After what was much too long of a time, she finally released her grip on my hand. I was so relieved. I never did tell either of the Bills or Ann what really happened until some 45 years later when I ran into Bill Rapp. After Bill and I reminisced our old days for a few minutes, I decided I would tell him what happened that night. He thought my story was hilarious.