Friday, January 16, 2009
Thirty and Three
Boys are so stupid. They show off and do crazy things to get girls' attention but then when a girl likes them, they just don't get it. Or they get it and they have no idea what to do about it. He was the nicest of the smart boys at school and he wasn't all ga ga over sports like most of them were and he hunted, which was a way to tell he liked to be outdoors in nature like I did. My passion was photography and the school camera club was defunk so I thought I might get close to him by asking him to teach me to develop film and print pictures. He and his brothers had a darkroom in their basement and the opportunities of that seem obvious. But he made excuses and pretty soon another one of the smart boys got me access to a different darkroom and asked me to one of those school dances. Still, I was most interested in the one with dark wavy hair and blue eyes whose edges crinkled when he smiled. I tracked his comings and going over the summer by his cool car that he had rebuilt himself from parts of two. Another school year came and it was clear into January by the time he finally got it and a date was planned. By then the hot car was back in the garage being re-rebuilt so we drove his Daddy's pickup on most of our dates and somehow a bullet got shot through the floor of the thing while we sat in my driveway after a date, but that wasn't on that first date that happened thirty-three years ago today. We dated the rest of Senior year and through college and married that June and worked on house projects and raised two amazing sons and had nature and other adventures and shared joys and sorrows and still like each other! And yes, I know only girls keep track of these silly anniversaries of dates, but he remembered too this morning, so that has to be worth something! Happy Anniversary, Nature Boy, and if your comments are too racy, I just won't approve them!