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Menu Skip to content. Welcome About Blog. Yet here we are! Can we just take a parenthetical pause right here and have a quick two second praise?! Nope, not in the least!
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Absolutely not! He was faithful to His Word!
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Mary Jane, why are you still holding my heart? Do you ever dream of our lives apart? Does this life with me ever leave you wanting more? Tuesday, January 7, Blind date This is a draft I had left over from a few years ago Let me start by saying that I was the typical high school teenager. I had low self-esteem and no sense of what life was about. I did not have the right clothes or drive the right car I had no car for that matter and I did not hang-out with the "in" clique.
In fact, I am going to warn you all that I was raised more by my five oldest brothers than my mom or dad. I feel that this has been a huge hurdle for me for the majority of my younger life unlike now, where I realize I have life by the balls and am squeezing unmercifully. About the only thing I had going for me were my boyish good looks thanks dad!! My junior year in high school, I was dating a girl that I had known since we were freshmen students. Annette was a lot like me. She came from a family that was not one of the hobnobbing clans from the north side of town.
We always debated whose family was more dysfunctional I see now that her family wins hands down. We were both used to hand-me-downs and sharing anything we had with siblings. She was and is still sweet. Unfortunately, I was full of the raging hormones with which most high school aged boys were inflicted.
I got hit up at my locker one day, by a cute girl that I knew from my geometry class. Christy was a sophomore and did come from the other side of town but that matters not to the soldiers of hormone. She thought I was cute and funny and she said all the right things I don't really remember what she said as much as that I remember that she was interested in me.
So we made a date to get together and spend some time getting to know each other. That was my first mistake. Well, the weekend rolled around and I made my way across town to where she lived. I stole up to the front door and rang the bell. Christy came to the door and let me in and we settled into the front room on the couch. To my amazement, she was home alone and was waiting for me to show up. Her parents and siblings? It did not take much for me to realize that she wanted to play. First we kissed.
All the regular kissing moves and then two new ones to me. What transpired after that is not important a lady never tells and a gentleman never asks , but let us just say that I got my feet a little more wet than I had had them before. Those wet feet turned to cold feet and I managed to talk my way out of doing anything that most boys my age were dying to do. That was my second mistake. The rest of the weekend was apparently uneventful, because I did not suddenly take up journaling so I could record the unremembered memorable moment.
But when I got back to school the next week, things had changed. Somewhere in the five days of classes between Sunday and Saturday, Annette had a conversation with Christy. I, being the more than averagely dumb boy, didn't take into account two things.
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One, that high school is small and everybody knows everybody through somebody else. And two, these two girls might actually share a class together. That was my third mistake. Needless to say, there was hell to pay, but that doesn't make this story go away. These two girls compared notes and decided that I needed to learn a lesson.
So as I waited patiently at Annette's car for her to come out for our lunch date, I see both the girls walking up to me with smiles on their faces. Oh, I wish I had a crack or crevice or somewhere to crawl off to at that point, but no. I got to ride stuck in between the girlfriend and the girl friend. And it wasn't some nirvana setting where the three of us would go roll around in a pile of sweaty teenage lust doing things that boys daydream of, no it was hell.
Uncomfortable as all get out. They made me twist in my discomfort for the entire lunch period. I even got to pay for the lunches fair enough. But as fate would have it, I could salvage nothing from either one of them. I was never to share time with Christy again not so much a problem for me, as she just didn't interest me as Annette did and I lost Annette as a girlfriend for the rest of our school careers. We ended up dating again off and on for twenty years but much later.
And letting her go was my last and worst mistake. Lately, though, I have been up to this Ode to John. We are all just temporary. Like the sighting of a garden faerie. Gusts of wind swept across the land. We are butterflies and flutterbies. Sent to give smiles and heal cries. Whispered softly to fawning eyes. We are raging flames in bonfire. Fleeing skyward from funeral pyre. Sparkling morning dew on grass. Specters briefly haunting looking glass.
We are melodic mocking bird song.
Here for the time, but not for long. So do not live a life cautious and wary. For we are all just temporary. Labels: Annette , writers workshop.
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