I went to the All Hands Dance in late January, 1960, dressed in a blue taffeta dress that I had sewn earlier in the month. I was feeling good that night, and confident. I attended the dances often, so I knew some of the other girls there. As usual, there was a live band playing music.
I arrived shortly after the dance began and I scanned the room for friends. As I looked about the room I spotted a good looking sailor and my eyes met his. Our eyes locked and then he approached me and asked me to dance. I was fascinated by this good looking guy.
I learned his name was Tom, he was a sailor just a few months older than I. He was about 5'10", thin and almost eighteen years old. He had dark hair and brown eyes. He told me that his mother was American Indian and his father was French. He was very charming and I loved his smile.
We danced every dance and I fell for him hook, line and sinker. I didn't know there was anyone else in that room. When the dance was over, Tom asked for my phone number and we made a date to meet the next day.