Relationships: Part 1, Jenny.
This post'll be the first of many (though I'll try to space them out so people don't get too ill); a lot of my relationships shaped my life so I feel that they deserve a spot in here. That being said, they may get a little sappy so a few of you may wanna turn away.
Jenny, my first girlfriend. I met her roller skating when I was sixteen. She was sitting off to one side crying. Being young and naive I skated over and asked her what was wrong. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and it had been ugly. I remember I made here laugh and got her out to skate with me. I mentioned that she looked familiar and eventually we worked out that we had gone to the same middle school together (which in turn jostled my memory that I had had a crush on her back then). By the end of the evening she gave me her number and told me to call her.
I did and she asked me out. I can only remember three dates, though I know there were more, but I remember countless hours on the telephone. The first time that I recall we got together we had a picnic under the trees in her backyard. It was the first time that a girl had ever kissed me. We were wrestling and I let her pin me. She said,"Now I've got you" and I said,"yeah, but what are you going to do with me?" The corner of her mouth just turned up in an evil, little smile and . . . when I say "kissed me" it's because I remember I was paralyzed with terror (and ignorance) when it happened. She just laughed and explained that it was a french kiss. The second kiss was much better.
Our second memorable date was when we met at my best friend's house for halloween. I remember while Danny applied his makeup, he went as a dead hunter (camouflage and lots of red makeup), Jenny dragged me off to another room and barely let me come up for air. I still recall Danny was laughing from the bathroom. Boy I miss being desired like that. Anyway, we ran around the neighborhood like maniacs for hours and got tons of candy. Danny pulled me aside to say that he approved of her. It had been about four months.
Our last date, I went to one of the choir rehearsals at her high school. It was on a Saturday and eventually we snuck off away from everyone else. We wound up in the school auditorium, on the stage behind the curtain backdrop. We got pretty far and a LOT of clothes started coming off before we were interrupted, though not caught. If we hadn't been disturbed . . . As I was leaving she gave me some tapes of music (romantic songs she'd compiled). Oh to be sixteen again. . .
About a week later she called and said her family was moving. They moved twice that year and I received a few letters from her, mostly saying that she was still into me, wanted it to work, etc. . . and then silence. I finally got a letter from her mom saying that Jenny had moved to live with her dad because they'd had difficulties getting along. So I wrote there and didn't get any response. Eventually I got to check out the addy when my folks and I were up that way (it was far away). They'd moved without a forwarding address and the trail went cold. It was over.
I still wonder what happened to her. I never met another woman who was so. . . I don't know. The word "romantic" springs to mind but it's falls short. A person in whose eyes you shine. She was my first love.
Jenny, my first girlfriend. I met her roller skating when I was sixteen. She was sitting off to one side crying. Being young and naive I skated over and asked her what was wrong. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and it had been ugly. I remember I made here laugh and got her out to skate with me. I mentioned that she looked familiar and eventually we worked out that we had gone to the same middle school together (which in turn jostled my memory that I had had a crush on her back then). By the end of the evening she gave me her number and told me to call her.
I did and she asked me out. I can only remember three dates, though I know there were more, but I remember countless hours on the telephone. The first time that I recall we got together we had a picnic under the trees in her backyard. It was the first time that a girl had ever kissed me. We were wrestling and I let her pin me. She said,"Now I've got you" and I said,"yeah, but what are you going to do with me?" The corner of her mouth just turned up in an evil, little smile and . . . when I say "kissed me" it's because I remember I was paralyzed with terror (and ignorance) when it happened. She just laughed and explained that it was a french kiss. The second kiss was much better.
Our second memorable date was when we met at my best friend's house for halloween. I remember while Danny applied his makeup, he went as a dead hunter (camouflage and lots of red makeup), Jenny dragged me off to another room and barely let me come up for air. I still recall Danny was laughing from the bathroom. Boy I miss being desired like that. Anyway, we ran around the neighborhood like maniacs for hours and got tons of candy. Danny pulled me aside to say that he approved of her. It had been about four months.
Our last date, I went to one of the choir rehearsals at her high school. It was on a Saturday and eventually we snuck off away from everyone else. We wound up in the school auditorium, on the stage behind the curtain backdrop. We got pretty far and a LOT of clothes started coming off before we were interrupted, though not caught. If we hadn't been disturbed . . . As I was leaving she gave me some tapes of music (romantic songs she'd compiled). Oh to be sixteen again. . .
About a week later she called and said her family was moving. They moved twice that year and I received a few letters from her, mostly saying that she was still into me, wanted it to work, etc. . . and then silence. I finally got a letter from her mom saying that Jenny had moved to live with her dad because they'd had difficulties getting along. So I wrote there and didn't get any response. Eventually I got to check out the addy when my folks and I were up that way (it was far away). They'd moved without a forwarding address and the trail went cold. It was over.
I still wonder what happened to her. I never met another woman who was so. . . I don't know. The word "romantic" springs to mind but it's falls short. A person in whose eyes you shine. She was my first love.