kpk89 said:
That is very very sweet. That's a story for your grandkids.
I met my dh when I was a college freshman and he was an alum. We met at a party at his frat. Why he was hanging around picking up freshman girls, I do not know.
Oh wait, yes I do.
I have several more pages to read through, but it looks like date night was good to me. Meaning you all were too busy to be posting up 80,000 pages. Whatdja think I meant? You people are in the gutter, always.
The rest of the story is sweet in the end but a little sour in the middle!
She was 9 and I was 12. Although she was sweeter than a Razzle, I figured she was too young for me. When you think about it we were both too young.
But she had a sister who was 11. Her sister looked like her but she was meaner then Ursala. (she kinda looks like her now too).
I can write a whole Bit*h report on her alone.
As the years went by I decided that even though her sister was mean to me I would like to "go out" with her. That's a weird term right. I think it's called dating.
Of course she liked my best friend. The more she ignored me the more I thought I wanted her and the more she was mean to me. Giving me wedgies, pushing me in pools, giving me nerples, throwing rubber balls at my head. The stories are endless.
Than one summer it happened. My best friend started dating someone else so she decided that she would call me. She said that she would go out with me. As soon as she said those words, it was like a burden was lifted. A big part of wanting to go out with her so much is that I thought it was an unreachable goal. This is the sick thing about men. Take hunting for example. Part of the excitement and stimulation for a man is the actual hunt itself and not the kill.
The hunt was over and I was left with a wilderbeast!
The other funny thing is that when she said she would go out with me, she said that I could not tell any of my friends, I could not hold her hand, I could not kiss her, I could not walk next to her and I could not look at her when we where in public. Just what a 15 year old boy wants to hear!
For 3 years I prayed I could go out with her! As you might expect, Thank God this did not work out! It's like that line from the Garth Brookes song "Some of Gods greatest gifts are unanswered prayers". We all remained friends and 3 years later July 7th, 1983. I started dating PP and the rest is a whole other story (more like a fantasy) for another time.
Please tell me where... I just gotta know
