On the night of April 1, 1971, a male friend of mine, Ralph Whittemore, stopped by my home to kill some time before going bowling. He had a friend with him – Joe Galarneau. (His full name is Francis Joseph Galarneau, Jr., but he always went by the name “Joe” so as not to be confused with his father.) Joe and I talked and seemed to “hit if off”. The next day he called to ask if he could see me. I think we saw (or talked on the phone with each other) nearly every day after that.
We did a lot of talking, getting to know each other. Joe had many of the characteristics I was looking for in a man at that time: he liked spending time with me, he was a great kisser and good looking, he was hard working, he didn’t mind helping around my parent’s house, he liked anything I cooked, he was compassionate and not afraid to show is emotions, and he was OK with whether I wanted children, or not.