Shows you how stupid I am. It looked like more an accident about to happen than a productive operation for unloading "pitounes"...whatever that is.
That's not how I imagined the rest of the night was spent. That was very romantic. The Readers Digest version of a Penthouse letter. I was waiting for the moment when you proposed.
Hello, Well, that is funny. Reader’s Digest and Penthouse all in the same sentence. Ha! To add fuel to the fire, she was the girl that happened to be my first dance partner. We all know how everyone stands around at a school dance or at a party. But, she was a bold one and came over to grab me for the first dance on the floor. She wanted to “get the party started…” We remained friends all through school. But, she was like a sister and no romantic interests flowed to any extent. She had no qualms of coming over to where “the guys” were standing around and pulling me out of the group to go talk about something. So, there was that to contend with in our friendly relationship. She was a good friend and at the time, unless I missed something, there was nothing going on from my side or hers. We just had different interests during those high school days. Jnaki The odd thing was that several months later, after our San Francisco visit and dinner, she called me an told me she is now stationed in Seattle and has a surprise bit of news. She was engaged to be married to this guy she met and was now a happy camper. For the next year or so, she continued to fly out of Seattle. Then the post cards slowed down, eventually stopped and the contacts also stopped. I moved back to Long Beach and my own history moved forward. It was a friendship that was created when we were little kids living in the same neighborhood and always saw each other riding our bikes, at school, hanging out at the park, and she was one of the girls that made me take her for a ride around the block in her piano teacher’s 1956 Mercury Sedan. Since the keys were sitting on the table and the teacher was in a sound proof room with another student, she would not hear the car start up and drive away. So, it was ripe for a 30-40 minute ride around… she was a fun girl and will be remembered. She is gone now, but those were early memories that were just classic days and encounters. Friendships can start and last without any deep meaning to the fun times during those young kid to 20 something days. YRMV During those days, high school students chose another student to be their graduating class marching partner on the first day of high school. The girls usually ask the boys to be the marching partner for something that was going to happen 3 years from the first day. My neighborhood friend was mad that a friend of hers asked me to be a partner from the first day, just an hour before she was going to ask me at the normal break between our first classes. High School fast car... The odd thing was, the first girl and I were friends, but for three years, dated other students. But we were still marching partners at our final graduation ceremony. High School... slowest car...
As a retired professional sign painter, looking at this really hurts. ( Only other sign painters will understand )
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