The Beginning…Part 1

My husband always likes to say that I have a memory like a steel trap, but I only remember what’s not so important. 

Well, that would be to a man’s mind…I remember what’s important to me, the memories of happy times, not so happy times that taught a life lesson or just memories of things that have really pissed me off over the years!  You know…the kind of things women like to remember…

The first time I saw him was in November 1988 when a friend of mine and I went to a school play at a neighboring district in which another friend of mine was in.  After the play we had to wait for my folks to be ready to go home, they were at the local bar…(I spent a lot of time in this town, it’s where my father and his family came from)

…so my M-ville friend of mine and I went to the Game Room (local teen spot across from the bar) to play pool.  I knew several of the kids in the place, through my friend Beck, but not enough to visit with without her.  So…we’d been playing awhile when Steph pointed out this really HOT cowboy, I’d never seen him before, but HELLO…was he F-I-N-E, FINE!

In the weeks following I’d see this guy from time to time when I was in town on the weekend with my folks.  I’d walk down to the General Store and get movies or pop to take home, something to do while waiting to go home.  This guy would drive past often, in his little white Chevy S-10 pickup with rollbars with flood lights and a red tool box…can you say redneck pickup? 

Very Sexy!

One evening the first part of January 1989, I was in town with my brother, at the B-A-R, he’d just broken up with a longtime girlfriend and was running high on NoDoze (remember that stuff?), Dr. Pepper and little sleep, I’d been sent to town with him as an undercover babysitter.  

We were playing pool when this REALLY STINKIN’ HOT guy came in and came over and started talking to my brother.  This guy had a ball cap on, so it took me awhile to realize that THIS WAS THE GUY!  Holy Crap Bat Man!  I’d been playing fairly well at that point, but once this guy came over, I was done…couldn’t play to save my life.

When the game was over the guy took over playing with Brother and I went to sit with my aunt…she knew who this guy was, he was her neighbor, and she knew his name…finally I had a name to go with the face!  That was it, I was in love at age 15.

About a week or two later I was in town with Beck for a ballgame, this stinkin’ hot guy came in to the game, holding the hand of another girl…my heart did a nose dive.  

When I asked my fried about this girl, I was told to stay away from this guy, that girl was one of her closest friends and Beck didn’t want to see her heart broke.  Thanks Beck!  

In all reality, I knew I’d never get a guy like him anyway, I had a really low self worth and figured I’d grow old out in the backwoods with a house full of dogs, never having been able to attract a guy.  Of course my older sister telling me that I was fat and ugly and had a bad attitude really helped with that whole self esteem thing!

Funny thing is, shortly after that, every Sunday afternoon this guy started coming out to the farm with my brother, they’d fix fence, work cattle, sit in the kitchen and talk to my folks.  I loved it!  I didn’t have the guts to talk to him, but I could sure look at him.  

One Sunday afternoon he left after he and brother finished working and then showed back up later all cleaned up.  I was in the kitchen washing dishes when he walked in the house, he went down to the basement and talked to my brother and came back up to the kitchen to wait, they were going to the city for a movie…(see, these are the kind of things I remember). He actually started chatting with me, nothing of any importance until he told me that he’d heard I liked his friend Chris.  Holy Hell, yeah, I have the hots for your friend and not to mention, you too!  I tried to dismiss it as hearsay when brother finally came up the stairs for them to leave.

For the rest of the school year, he was there every Sunday except the one I knew he wouldn’t show up…the day after his junior prom, my heart was so sad because not only was I not going to get to see him, but I knew that he was taking his girlfriend to prom and it tore my heart to pieces.

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