Baling season and once again only the hired “boys” are in for dinner (that would noon for those who call that meal lunch), mom was at work so I was in charge of dinner for dad, Brother Bart and the hired hands.
“So, Kirk, you going to the Kids Day dance on Friday?”, “I suppose, are you?”, “Yeah, planning on it, you?” , “I’m going.”, “Who are you taking?”, “I don’t know, who you taking?” , “I don’t know.”, “You know, you could ask Brooke.”, “Yeah, and then you can take Mel.”, “Sounds good, Mel, what do you think?”
WHAT???? Holy Crap, did the guy I’ve been lusting over for the past six or seven months just say that he wanted to take me to our town’s Kids Day Dance? What the….? Thinking that boy has a girlfriend….
Wasn’t until later that I realized the boys had planned this conversation. Looking back, they were like a couple of junior high aged girls and I have to laugh because it was hilarious!
PROBLEM! Not only did Kirk have a girlfriend, but I was only 16 and I wasn’t allowed to date until I was 18 and my cousin was 14, Rusty was 15. How was this going to work?
Brooke had a major crush on Rusty, so when I told her, she did the jumping up and down squealing thing that all girls that age do when asked out by a guy that were lusting over.
A night or two later Rusty called for Kirk to see if I was really serious about going out with him. A couple nights before the dance Kirk stopped by after going home and cleaning up after work to tell me that he’d just broken up with his girlfriend. HELLO! This was getting real! Never in all my life did I think someone as gorgeous as Kirk, who had girls chasing him on a regular basis, would want to go out on a date with someone like me.
Now to deal with the major problem…how was this going to work? Neither Brooke nor I were allowed to go out on dates. (Brooke would be my cousin, we grew up like sisters, our mothers are sisters)
We asked our respective parents if we could go to the Kids Day Teen Dance, just me and Brooke, and got the okay and a MIDNIGHT curfew. This town has less than 600 people, so not exactly as dangerous of a thing in 1989 as now. We arranged it so we would just meet the boys in town start our date from there.
Funny thing…we actually all got ready for this double date in the SAME bathroom. Since we were baling, a crazy time, the boys asked my dad if it would be okay if they got ready for Kids Day at our house since after work Kirk would have to run Rusty home one town over, go to his place and clean up and then go back and get Rusty. It would save a lot of time. Just a bit awkward, although Brooke and I were ready to go before the boys even came in to get ready.
We actually all had supper with my folks that night. We thought we were so smart! After eating we all got up and headed out the door at the same time. As we were walking out my dad said, “Boys, take good care of the girls!” BUSTED!
We met in town and walked around the carnival for sometime. Nothing like a big mistake, several of Renee’s (ex-girlfriend) followed us around town. The shit we were giving about Kirk taking out THE BOSS’ DAUGHTER and work benefits were coming at us left and right.
It was some time before the dance started, so we wound up driving around town in Kirk’s little Chevy S-10 pickup, it was so small Brooke had to sit half on my lap and half on Rusty’s. We didn’t stay in town too long because Renee’s friends started following us around. We drove all over the countryside. At one point in time the boys let us see their amazing air guitar skills when ‘Bad To The Bone’ came on the radio. We laughed so hard!
The dance started out great! Kirk and I danced and danced. He had on a nice bright yellow t-shirt (looked awesome with his dark farmers tan), his belt and buckle, good cowboy boots and his good cowboy hat. He was so gorgeous and having him hold me, the first guy other than my father, while we danced was just…words cannot express.
At one point my “little brother” (the son of family friends) came up to say that several of the kids were having a hay day talking about us, where was Renee, were they not dating anymore and so on. The didn’t hurt so much as hearing that one of my cousins had said she didn’t know Kirk had bad enough taste to go out with me! OUCH!
Not too much later and Kirk and I were out dancing to “Walk The Dinosaur”, one of Kirk’s best friends and his girlfriend (One of Renee’s best friends) came up to us and talked to Kirk and then next thing I knew I was on the dance floor ALONE. Strike one!
I went and sat down and shortly after, Brooke and Rusty came and sat down and asked where Kirk was. Rusty went to find out what was going on and after I don’t know how long, seemed like ages, Brooke and I decided we were going to walk downtown to the car and go home. Neither boy had come back.
As Brooke and I were walking out of the community center, Kirk was walking back to the building from the street. As luck would have it, Renee had showed up to the dance, saw us together and had a major meltdown. Mike and Tami had come to get him while we were dancing so he could go talk to her. NICE!
Needless to say, we chose that time to leave the dance. As we were pulling out of the community center we were stopped by the town cop, Bumpy told us what we already knew, we had one person too many in the pickup. Kirk told him he was just driving us downtown to get our car and we were free to go.
We spent the rest of the evening out driving the country gravel roads and talking. At one point Kirk had his hand rested on the stick shift and started rubbing his little finger on my hand, felt like I had styrofoam in my head. Brookie noticed and from time to time would jab me in the side.
When it was time to get back to town to get my car and go home, Kirk decided he’d just take us home and we could get the car in the morning. Before we left dad had reminded me that the car had been losing oil and we were to check it before we headed home for the night, if need be, we were to have someone bring us home. We weren’t even a mile out of town when Kirk turned around and said that Brooke and I should pry take the car home so we wouldn’t have to take time out of the next day to do it.
When we pulled up on the left side of my car, another car pulled up on Kirk’s side of the pickup….he got out, leaned in the car window and talked to…surprise….Renee, and then walked around to her drivers side door, got in her car and DROVE OFF! WITHOUT A WORD! Strike two!
Rusty felt really bad and I assured him that it wasn’t anything against him, he said he’d stay in town and wait for Kirk to come back, we didn’t need to take him home.
My heart was so broken…of the nine mile drive home I remembered very little of it when we got home. An hour or two later the phone rang and it was Rusty, Kirk felt really bad about what had happened and wanted to apologize. Renee was bawling and shaking when she pulled up beside the pickup and blah, blah, blah.
I’m sure by now you have noticed that Rusty was the man each and every time Kirk wanted to say something to me. He couldn’t do it himself, good or bad.
And the weekend wasn’t over yet.