Hello Reader, when last we met, I had lost my virginity (read me). It was eleventh grade, 1975. We were in love and now we had had a taste of sex. Our first time was great. We weren’t nervous or too shy, everything felt like it was meant to be. It was as if we had done the deed many times before…no, that was yet to come. We were young and we were brave. We’ve all been there in some form or fashion; there would be no consequences to our risky actions. When’s round two? Continue reading
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 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.
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
My wife and I were “destined” to be with each other. I absolutely know this to be truth. How do I know? Well, you will have to stay tuned into my blog to learn as I am slowly making my way into those stories. Before I posted any Kim tales, I wanted to write all the other childhood girlfriend stories to document my learning experience on the path to finding the love of my life, my wife of 35 year; indeed another childhood sweetheart as well since Kim and I began our journey together during high school. The story here is of my final love before finally given the opportunity to try to win my future wife’s heart.
At least for a partial time during the school year, I pretty much had a girlfriend in every grade while growing up. Unless we were playing together, I never really knew much of what to do with them though except maybe to carry their books and walk them home. My first real ‘dating’ experience came at the age of 15. Her name was Betty. I met her at the First Baptist Church at one of the junior roller socials we used to have in the gymnasium. A ‘roller social’ was a time where we cleared the gymnasium floor, (which was also the church on Sunday), and we roller skated. It was open to us teenagers and it was a nice way to give us a safe haven to hang out at. Betty had come with a friend and I was immediately attracted to her big brown eyes and pretty face.
All of us have lots and lots of regrets in life, lots. Some are very significant and major life altering events. Others are tiny moments we wished we had acted differently and we still think about many years after the occurrence. All of our actions and inaction, however, serve to help form who we are today. Continue reading
I was sitting here tonight just chilling and writing down another cute childhood story when while I was writing I recalled a memory that I had totally forgotten about and not thought about since it occurred way back in sixth grade. I decided to bounce over here and write this one as it is cute. It is a confession of a secret I have been harboring for about 43 years. Continue reading