In The Beginning

November 1988 my eyes first caught sight of this dark haired cowboy in the town neighboring ours.  In town for the night with my folks and a friend, this guy was pointed out to me…had never seen him before.  All I remember is the black cowboy hat with a silver hat band.  

January 1989, I was in this neighboring town at the bar with my brother, socializing and playing pool.  Was actually playing fairly well until a good looking guy with a ball cap came in, walked over to the pool table and started talking to Brother…my pool game went downhill fast.  

Later, I went to sit at a table with my aunt and asked her if she knew who this good looking guy was.  He was her neighbor, Kirk.  

Not long after that night Kirk started coming out to the farm every Sunday afternoon to help my brother with whatever farm work he needed help with.  Some afternoons they’d come into the house and sit at the kitchen table with the folks.  I’d spend the entire day trying to get a look at him from the house windows or stand at the kichen counter and listen to him visit with my family.

I asked in town about this guy.  One of my best friends told me to stay away from him, he was the boyfriend of a good friend of hers.  

I seriously had such poor self-esteem that I didn’t actually think I could get him, was just wanting to know about him.  

One Sunday afternoon Kirk left and came back later, all dressed up.  I was standing in the kitchen washing dishes when he walked in, asked where Brother was and then went down to the basement.  Kirk came back up and sat down at the table.  Talk about major nerves at the time.  I’d never talked to this guy other than to tell him Brother was in the basement. I had such a crush on this guy…I was 16 and had never so much as held hands with a guy. 

Kirk said he and Brother were going to go to The City for a movie.  Then he dropped….”So I hear you have a crush on Chris”.  Holy CrapBalls!  “Ummmm, no”….maybe a little lie, I liked his friend as well, didn’t want him to know that.  “No, I don’t like Chris.”

The only Sunday he missed was the one I knew he would, the day after his junior prom.  I was so upset because I knew he was taking HER…at age 16, DEVASTATED!

Then came the end of the school year…his school got out the day before mine.  When I got off the bus that last day his pick-up was parked at the house!!!!!  No one was home besides him and Little Marty (our not blood brother, who also went to school where Kirk did)…mom was at work, Brother was hauling cattle and dad was at the VA.  


The boys were down the hill working on the fence at the sick pen….I HAD to come up with a reason to go down there!  

As luck would have it, my Old Man, my horse Charlie, was saddled and tied at the loading chute right next to where the boys were working…BINGO!

I changed and walked down the hill, unsnapped Charlie and was putting his bridel on when HE talked to ME!  Kirk started giving me a hard time about whether or not I could actually ride, when I informed him that I definitely could ride, he informed me that he had a horse at home that could get me off…with that I hopped up into the saddle and took off hell for high water, showing him that I could indeed ride!  Quaking on the insides the entire time.


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