You know it's kind of
funny but I think many thought the Internet and programs like
Facebook is going to open up secondary options at friendships
long-lost in the curtains of time. It's kind of funny. I'm always
shocked at how old I am not so much of how old I am in the way that I
feel it's foul volume in the way that I look. I look like a almost
70-year-old codger. And I see my colleagues, friends former
classmates looking like me and their respective rights. Of course,
you can always see the kernel of the individual you once knew and
perhaps crushed on. I'm kind of fortunate that I currently in contact
with a couple of goals old relationships. It's kind of strange.
I believe I've mentioned
Elaine before. She was one of my bona fide, actual girlfriends. She
and I were in this kind of long-distance relationship I had my
accident. I lived at one part of town and she lived in the other and
we met each other weekly at the Saturday night dance. Search
“Saturday night dance” in this blog world to see references to
that particular phenomenon and what it played my life. At 15 I didn't
have either the resources or focus to really be in a long-term
relationship. The kind of felt good to have someone to dance with the
whole night and someone to give a good night kiss to when you're 15
years old. We even kept the relationship going for some time after
the accident. Elaine actually becoming a volunteer at the
rehabilitation center I rehabbed at. Elaine was great.
Elaine must now be 66 or
67 years old. Like me she's put on some weight like me she's has
gotten older however unlike me she's managed to stay married to her
first husband. I envy her that.Periodically, we communicate via text.
It's fun and we sometimes dance around those severed wires that seem
to be still sparking the some degree. At this point it's just kind of
fun remembering what was and what could've been.
The other person who
wanted to my mind the other morning was the first real live
girlfriend I ever had. Her name was Cathy Dragoo at you sat on the
back of the bus and somehow I ended up sitting next to her one night
or afternoon going home from school this must've been the seventh
grade. I became totally infatuated with her and to this day I cannot
imagine what she saw in me. Somehow, I do not even rememberbut I was
able to get my hands ona St. Christopher medal and give it to her
which she were probably. I was a Mormon, I had no idea about St.
Christopher except for that is what you give a girl you want to go
steady that's all I remember now of that quick lived relationship.
I look at my face in the
mirror and wonder who that is looking back…
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