In the last ‘Kim story’, I finally worked up the courage to tell Kim that I loved her. If you are new and would like to get up to speed, there is a Category named “Kim Saga”. Merely find the “Categories” somewhere on this page your are reading and then select this category. One of the things I immediately loved and was attracted to in Kim was her sense of adventure, her lust for life. You know the old adage about walking a mile in another person’s shoes? Well, at pretty much the same age, both of us had experienced life threatening events. I was hit by a school bus (read me) and she had open heart surgery. Yes, open heart surgery; way back in the early 60’s as a little girl, with a pioneer surgeon, it was a complete success. No doubt our own personal experiences played a major role in shaping our psyche and influencing our behaviors. Both of us are what I would describe as very determined and long term goal oriented. We are grateful for what we have and we recognize the beauty of life itself. We have a few sharp differences, but what we have in common is much stronger than our differences. Continue reading
Scattered within all of these little stories I’m sharing with you, there is a ‘sub story’ about the progression and development of my love affair with my wife. The stories are in chronological order, intermittently published. I’ll begin this one here by telling you that this is the story about telling my girlfriend Kim, (now my wife), for the very first time that I loved her. I don’t know where the story will go. Even though this occurred almost 40 years ago, the memory is easy enough to share. It’s the background, the ‘noise’ if you will, that I think will take the longest for me to think through and document. Was I scared to say I love you? If so, why? How far back does it go? Am I needy, why did I always have a girlfriend, what was the reason? Why did I feel so certain that Kim was the one?
In our high school years, is there anything more stressful, more demanding or more public than our love lives? If you ‘go with someone’, everyone knows about it. Breakup; it’s buzzed from ear to ear in a rate equaling the speed of a Japanese bullet train. Today it’s even more public and faster; relationships begin at school, (or maybe Tinder if you’re older), they’re announced in Facebook, (sometimes with a “marriage”), and break ups are coordinated in Facebook so as to help the breakup end cordially, without additional drama. In my day, it was no less stressful, but the act of breaking up was not as immediate as it is today. Oh no – you got to see it coming, carefully stalking you like a cheetah on a gazelle and then when you knew that it was all over, BAM, your heart was suddenly being chewed on. Continue reading
The last story in the ‘Chasing Kim’ saga dealt with the first night I shared meeting the parents, watching home movies and necking in the basement. It was a thrilling two parter so if you need to revisit them before you begin this exciting chapter, then please do. Here are the links (Part 1) (Part 2). (Read me)
This is the exciting conclusion to last week’s introductory story. (read me)
Dinner; all the family was there; Mom (Gerri), Dad (Mel), brothers Scott and Kevin and sister Traci. I’m not quite sure how Kim prepped her siblings, but they were all kinda’ treating me sort of like Bright Eyes from the Planet of the Apes. I felt a bit like I was in a cage and was supposed to do something, perhaps entertain. It was fun being the center of attention, I guess. Continue reading
Are you married? Maybe you’re currently dating. Do they still call it dating? Back when I was a kid, we called it “liking” someone. If you liked someone well enough, you asked them to “go steady”. If you went steady, you each traded something important and gave it to the other person to wear and to publicize that you each were spoken for. In the 50’s it was a school jacket or a pin. In my day, it was an ID bracelet in Jr High, (read me), then class rings in high school. In fact, going steady was often the whole reason for getting a class ring for a lot of us. Today, the kids pronounce they are “married” as a Facebook status.
The failure on my part in late ’73, early 1974 with Betty set me back a bit. In that story (read me), I had mentioned that I had a girlfriend pretty much in every year previously. Losing Betty caused a little moping and ‘regrouping’ I guess. I went in and out of several 1-2 week relationships with girls I honestly can’t remember the names of today. I think one’s name was Sherri Hicks, but I still can’t remember the name of that girl I had to fight over (read me). There was also the fact in 1974 for a time, the only thing I had on my mind was getting pot and smoking it with a couple of ‘pot friends’. This will be a story in of itself one day.
It was 10th grade, early 1974 and the Vietnam War was finally ending – a time for new beginnings.
I shared the story of the very first time I ever saw Kim, my wife, in the Thunderbolts story (read me). That experience was very unusual and the memory that lives with me is very vivid. This is the story of the second time I ever saw Kim. We still did not know each other. Likely she didn’t even know my name yet….but I knew hers. Continue reading
In one of my stories I will list all the crazy connections I’ve noted between my wife and me. The story today is about the first time I ever saw Kim, now my wife. Continue reading