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Friday, June 13, 2008

Let me tell ya 'bout this boy . . .

Since the blog title is "Life, Love, and other Drama", let's talk about boys for a bit.

I wasn't allowed to date until I was 16, and even then, I couldn't go out with the same guy more than twice in a row. Dad didn't want me getting too serious about anybody. Of course if he had known that I would still be single now, he might have re-thought that, but anyway.

This guy, PM, rode the bus with me. He got on first, and I got on second. Everyone called him Gerbil. I think it came from a drama class nickname. He was on the fire department, and I remember that I thought the George Strait song, "Fireman" should have been about him! I had THE biggest crush on him, but I was going through my rebellious stage and wearing a whole lot of black with blood red lipstick. Did I mention I tried to go blond with peroxide? Not such a good idea on a brunette! He later confessed that I scared the bejeebies out of him! PM moved on, graduated, and joined the Navy.

Meanwhile, I fell in love with JS. Now, JS will take a few posts, but basically he was my first **real** boyfriend. The summer I was 17 involved a lot of time down at Lake Lure, along the river, hanging out with Nicole, her boyfriend, and JS. Nicole ended up not being such a good friend, and broke JS and I up, but still. That summer is still one of my favorite memories. I think we survived on 80's hair band music, Black Cherry Mystic Juice, and Slim Jims.

Now, it's my senior year, and PM came home from the Navy. Stopped by the fast food place I was working and wanted to give me a ride home. Headed home, he decides to take this back route, that involves a dirt road. I'm rather turned off that he's trying to show off, and he asks, "Does my driving scare you or something?" I didn't want to admit it, but it did! Smart me, says, "Not a bit," and he speeds up. Next thing I know, we're off the road, through a ditch, and did I mention it was pouring down rain? If I had known then that this escapade was nothing compared to later adventures . . . I should have quit while I was ahead! But, I get out of the car and go stomping down the road.

"Where are you going?"
"Anywhere but around you!"
"At least take my jacket, so you stay dry!" I've always been a sucker for a gentleman.

We got to the main road, and I knocked on the door of some nice stranger. I can't understand why they wouldn't let this soggy, muddy girl in to use the phone, but they did bring me their cordless. PM was panicking, "Don't call your dad! Call my brother!"

I was SOO late getting home for curfew (and grounded for every minute I was late. Weren't my parents HORRIBLE?) However, I think this time my parents were just relieved I was alright, and let the punishment slide. PM was gracious enough to come in and admit that my being late was his fault. The next day, he wanted to come visit again! I couldn't get him back on a ship any faster.

More on him later . . . I didn't really start out to write a novel!

2 comments:

Mama's Losin' It said...

Oooh...I want to hear more about JS AND PM...and what your friend did to break you up!! This is some good stuff!!

Half-Past Kissin' Time said...

I imagine PM's commanding officer would have had a little to say, had HE heard about it! My parents were the same way. It didn't stop me, of course; I did a lot of sneaking out in those days (mostly for innocent fun, though).

Thanks for commenting on my blog. I enjoyed hearing about how your teacher (the guy) did something small that had a big impact on you. It's interesting to me that you remember it so vividly.

Gotta run, but I'll be back for the rest of that story! :)