When I met David, I was a bit prissy.  Not over the top, just a lil’ bit.  I have no daughters, no nieces and my only sister tried to convince everyone she was a boy until she was about 17 years old.  In my family, that makes me ‘THE PRISS’.   I can do almost everything the boys can do, but I’m not gonna get my hands dirty if it’s not vitally important.

Then came David.  I was just prissy enough for him to like me and let him have the glory of being the man.  

I haven’t ever really fished.  I tried fishing with my grandmother when I was a girl, but ultimately, I ended up swimming in the river and getting bored.  Putting a worm on a hook required getting my hands dirty and then sitting around for a good while with my mouth shut.

Lucky for me, David baited my hook and cast it, too.  All I had to do now was hold the pole, be quiet and try to look pretty.

It didn’t take long (thank goodness) and I had a tug on the line.  I wrestled with the fish and finally brought him in.  David was so excited, I thought he might have a heart attack.   I must confess, I was a bit excited too, but I all I wanted to do was watch it dangle from the other end of the pole.

Darling David took the fish off the line for me and then he wanted to take a photo of my first fish.  Only, he wanted me to hold it.  Ewww.  So I did.  Just like a real priss might.

Then I was ready to hand it back and David announced I had to kiss the bass before I could throw it back for good luck.  He was pretty serious on this.  Honestly, I don’t think much could improve my luck, but he just KEPT insisting.

I suppose my luck is holding up since that day… I still have David on my hook. 

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