In The Beginning #5

By the middle of June 1989 I had been on two dates with my big time crush, had held hands with a guy for the first time ever and had my heart broken.  To make matters worse, that Big Time Crush was the hired man on our farm.

Didn’t take long for Kirk and I to get into a friendship groove again.  Spending five and six days~sometimes seven days a week seeing one another and often during off hours working with the chuckwagon and chariot and going to chuckwagon races, we were bound to become friends again.

Renee, the girlfriend~ex-girlfriend and once again girlfriend didn’t like it.  Kirk made no attempt to hide the fact that she hated him working for dad and wanted him to quit.  She would go to the chuckwagon races~sit at his pickup the entire time and would make him leave once the races were over.  It hurt my heart and I missed my friend when he wasn’t around.

One afternoon when dad and brother had to be away it was me, my mom and Kirk.  It was a 100+ F. day and the only thing that needed to be done was making sure the cattle were kept as cooled down as possible.  We had a water tank we would fill and take out to the feedyards to spray the yards down.  I drove the tractor and tank and Kirk ran the hose on the tank.  Renee drove past all afternoon~she never had the balls to stop~Kirk knew he was going to get an earful later on.

We had so much fun that day!  We had water fights and hung out in the cool basement while the tank filled between loads.  That day I forgot about those horrid two first dates and just hung out with one of my best friends.

Before long Kirk was staying longer and longer after work.  He’d have supper and stay and play cribbage with me and dad.

Think it was towards the end of July when Kirk broke up with Renee and asked me to give him another chance.  His town was going to be having a large cookout and concert and wanted me to go with him. Well of course I’d give him another chance!

Friday night we went out~don’t recall what we did.  I do remember when I walked him out to his pickup to leave he asked for a kiss.  Again, who freaking asks?  Just do it already!  Nervous, I tripped over my dog Warsaw~told him the next night.  He gave me a mooch on the cheek and said goodnight.

Holy Crap!  I was never going to wash my cheek again!  Flying in Seventh Heaven!

The next evening we went into town to the community picnic and to watch The Forrester Sisters concert~which was good but would have been better had they not complained about being downwind of a cattle yard.

Plus for the evening….No Renee!

Afterwards we went home while the rest of my family stayed in town.  We turned on the tv in the livingroom and sat on the couch.  Kirk asked a number of times for that kiss I’d promised the night before~I was too nervous, I’d never been kissed before.  Why couldn’t he just do it already.

Nervous as hell, I mentioned being hungry and that we should go to my town to the drive inn.  He wanted his kiss first, I promised after the drive inn…so off we went!

We made it home to see the end of the local news and Saturday Night Live.  Elvis Costello was the musical guest on the summer rerun.  Kirk asked me to dance during Costello’s first number.

We slow danced in the dining room.  I remember being so nervous~we continued to dance after the song ended~I kept looking down at the floor~terrified of that kiss.  Eventually Kirk said, “We’re going to dance a hole in the floor”~I looked up at him and BAM~he finally kissed me!

We danced and kissed until the show was over then moved to the couch and stayed there until after The Beach Boys special that had been on after SNL was over.  We no more than came up for a breather and my sister drove in the drive, shortly followed by my folks.

What a night!

Oh, and Kirk eventually told me the reason for his continually asking for that first kiss.  My sister told him that if he even thought about kissing me that he’d best ask cause knowing me I’d pry punch him if he just did it!  What a goon!


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