In 1975 I was in Norm White’s classĚýMotivation & Emotion II. In the small group meeting, we debated the then hot topic of whether one saw the bear, were frightened, and then ran, or whether one saw the bear, ran and then were frightened. I noticed a tall thin man with wide “Isro” hair and a beard. He looked not unlike a large deciduous tree. We were arguing on the same side, and he gave me a beautiful smile, his almond eyes crinkling whenever we made good points. Ěý
AfterĚýclass,Ěýwe introduced ourselves “Dave.” HeĚýsaid. “Perle,” I replied.ĚýAfter that, we went for burgers at theĚýStudentĚýUnion. “Sometimes,ĚýI am just into grease,” I told him.Ěý
We were approachedĚýon our way outĚýby theĚýLubavitchĚýmissionaries. “Are you Jewish?” a young man askedĚýDave. “Did you put onĚýTefillinĚýtoday?”Ěý
“No,Ěýand I don’t need to,” said Dave,Ěýand we walked away. Surprisingly the young man followed us.ĚýĚý
“What do you mean?” He asked, indignant. Dave began to sputter andĚýtried toĚýexplain why he did not participate in Jewish daily prayer rituals from a sociological and psychological point of view. I started quoting scripture to support Dave’s argument.ĚýOur eyes met over the head of this earnest and frustrated youngster.Ěý
This was the beginning of our romance. It was very hot and heavy, but Dave was so easy to love. My parents and all my friends really liked him too. He slipped seamlessly into our little gang. We would stay up until the small hours of the morning discussing truth, beauty and psychology. Sometimes we would order midnight pizzas from Pines or Peach Melba from Milton Sweets. Even Norm White commented on our relationship, as we continued to argue on the same side of issues. 
David Glaser and Perle Feldman (courtesy Perle Feldman)
Since Dave was a visiting student, he returned to Philadelphia to do his senior year at Haverford College. I personally kept Bell Telephone in business that year with my many long-distance calls to Philly. For Canadian Thanksgiving, I visited him down in Philadelphia. There we had a massive fight about life and values, boundaries, and who we wanted to be. Ten days later, when he came up for his fall reading week, I was worried that he was there to break up with me. That evening, snuggling on his bed in the basement of my parent’s house, he took me in his arms and said: “Let’s stop kidding ourselves…” Oh no, here it comes, I thought, he’s breaking up with me. “We are going to end up married.” I was so relieved that time and distance and asserting my needs had not broken up this relationship that I agreed in an offhand way to what seemed to be a statement of principle, “Yes, I guess we will.”Ěý
Two days later, we were walking across the reservoir on our way to a lectureĚýgivenĚýby BrendaĚýMilner at the Neuro. Dave was smiling to himself as he kept pace with me.ĚýHeĚýhas always matched his stride to mine, despite our thirteen-inch difference in height; ever sinceĚýthe timeĚýI told him that I hated trotting to keep up with him as he loped along.ĚýĚý
“What are you thinking?” I asked him.Ěý
“IĚýthinkĚýthat you have every quality that I ever wanted in a wife.” He squeezed my hand.Ěý
“Oh, is that a proposal?” I asked.Ěý
“Where were you the other day when I proposed?” he shot back.ĚýThen, realizing that his previous statement had not been theoretical, we becameĚýequally engaged. We continued on to theĚýHughlingĚýJackson auditorium, past the statue of Nature Revealing Herself before Science and the Neurons on the ceiling.ĚýFinally, we climbed the vertiginously raked stairs of theĚýhallĚýwhere our friends had savedĚýus seats. Brenda Milner gave a brilliant lecture on the hippocampus,Ěýbut I am afraid that I do notĚýremember it much.ĚýWhatĚýI do rememberĚýisĚýhow happy I was.ĚýĚý
The Feldman-Glaser family (courtesy Perle Feldman)
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