Ray and I will have been married exactly one year come June 16, and with our anniversary right around the corner, I’ve been thinking back to our wedding night. If ever there was a woman who came to life sexually in one night, it’s me.

A very strict upbringing had rendered me shy and awkward around men. I was so unlike the cool, sophisticated woman of the Nineties that it was laughable. Even with the nerdy guys my well-meaning friends tried to fix me up with, I was a flop. At work, I was organized and efficient. On a date, I was a complete jerk.

And then along came Ray. He was as different from the men I’d been dating as night is from day. He was strong, outgoing, and assertive almost to the point of being arrogant. A hot-shot from the Midwest brought in to put some zip in our sales department, he... Read More