Elvis was the love of my life. I met him in the summer of '55, he had been in my home town of Biloxi, mississippi, several times before, and people said, 'you need to see him,' and on this one night I decided to go.
I thought he was the most gorgeous thing. He had these big, dreamy eyes.
Girls were screaming over him, and I'm just not that kind of girl. I was passing by him not even looking at him, and he reached out through the crowd and grabbed my arm, he said, 'where you going?'
What I can remember most of that night was sitting in his car outside my house, just talking. The first thing I said was, 'what is your real name?' I had never heard of a name like Elvis. And he said, 'what do you mean my real name? My name is Elvis presley.'
We sat there until the sun came up. We got so wrapped up on kissing on our very first date - nothing too sloppy, it was just Marvelous - a little pecking here and there, a nibble here and there, then a serious bite.
He was a magnificent kisser.
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