I try to give this letter, or even any letter,or, even my journal, a lot of thought, before I begin my sentences. I want it to have, yes a little of me in it, but, also have meaning, even for myself, as a reader. So I think, What do I feel I want to share with my readers this time. Then, the Lord will plant a seed. The seed He planted this time was, dating or, in my case, the lack of. I haven’t exactly dated, to be honest with you. I never advanced anyone in school, other then maybe a look, that went further then I realized at the time. I had girl friends as in, those I spoke to or shared a laugh with or met through another girl but,I only had one true girlfriend. This is a person I did most of my confiding to but, I always had strong boundaries for what I would share. That in itself is another story that I may or may not be strong enough to share yet.
Getting back to the dating thing. I always had a lot of guy friends. I mean, maybe the only female amongst 10 guys. It was what I always felt comfortable about. I mean, they truly were just friends. I did so much with them that I felt, why date? I have a lot of males in my life and it kept it simple. I had this guy, that I thought was really cute that I went to High School with. His name was Dwight Nutter. I have no idea how I still remember his name but, he knew I liked him and I was told he liked me. Did it go anywhere? I think we sent letters via person to person to correspond with, you know, note passing. I’m sure we would even giggle about the letters because at that time, things were slower and a little more on the innocent side. We never talked about sex. We were thrilled if we actually kissed. The girls would bombard you questions like,did he put his tongue in your mouth or what did it feel like or better yet, did he have bad breath? Back then we were lucky if they stayed “steady” for more then a week or two. This is the 70’s, we’re talking about! Even just kissing was a really big deal. They had us watching for sores around the mouth too. This was part of our sex education, as well as a scare tactic used by the teachers.
The next guy I encountered ,outside of my “male” friends was a guy several years older then me and guess what? He worked under my Dad in the Air Force. Can you believe it? What I remember most about that short lived dating was, he drove a purple sports car. Not sure why but,at the time it was a red flag for me. Guys at that time didn’t wear pink and they sure didn’t drive purple cars! There again, it was the 70’s. Looking back now, I wonder if there was a reason dad chose this GI, that”I” didn’t know about. LOL! Then along came Mitch, my husband. Come to find out, he won a bet with a friend that he could get me to go out with him. This was my senior year. I had spent the last several years living in Germany going to a private school. A rather sheltered life. At the time he was driving a red maverick with a white stripe on both sides and it made a loud noise. This was suppose to be pretty cool at the time. My parents hated it because, not only could you hear it a mile away, the windows would actually vibrate. He had long hair, not too long, just right. Played in a band and he was a year older then me. It was his brother that I was in school with and, had a crush on his best friend, Tony, that I was pursuing. This story has much, much, more to it but I have a point to it. I graduated in June of 1976. I was married in August of 1976. Pregnant in April of 1977. Dating? I don’t have a CLUE!
