In 6th grade, I was ‘going with’ a boy from another school and we were in love! We’d meet at the skating rink on Saturdays, our song was “Black Water” by the Doobie Brothers…I don’t really know why.
My first kiss took place on the round carpeted benches where you put on your skates. The lights were low, a disco ball casting its twinkles on the cinder block walls and when he tried to French kiss me, I jerked away (horrified of course) and his tongue went straight up my nose! I’m surprised that I kept dating after that debacle, but I soldiered on.
I’ve always been boy crazy and I’ve dated some doozies! A football player, the new boy in town, the brooding artist, the musician, the bad boy…oh Lordy, why do good girls love bad boys?
From each boy I learned a lesson. Like the Valentine’s Day when the roofer signed my card, “I Love You Sweaty” – I discovered that bad spelling was a deal breaker.
Married a boy, divorced a boy, dated more older boys…but they never lasted too long. Others thought I was afraid to commit, but I knew I was afraid to settle. One boy even forecasted that I would end up alone, one of those stereotypical cat ladies. But I’d decided that I’d rather be alone, than with someone and lonely.
Them I met THE MAN. Finally, geez, what took you so long? Friends first, platonic all the way for over 2 years. Finally the time was right and our 1st date was on my birthday.
We showed up wearing the same outfit, black turtle neck, jeans & boots. We were SO nervous, afraid to ruin the treasure of friendship that we’d found. Our date was simple, easy and 11 hours long! Ball game, hours at IHop talking about the whole world, a first kiss in the shoe aisle at Walmart…why the hell did we go to Walmart? I can’t even remember now, 12 years later.
When I went home at 5:30 in the morning, I felt like I’d made the varsity team…that’s the only way I can describe it for some reason. He’s not perfect but I’m comfortable to be my imperfect self with him. He gets me and doesn’t even run away!
I was divorced for 13 years before he found me. The way I see it, what I survived before…he was my reward.
Happy Birthday and Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. Rock…can I tell the world I call you My Sweet Babu?
Your Rose Marie B
Rose is our blogger of the month. She blogs at OKRoseRock.