Raynine
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Limerence:
I thought about contacting her, but I am not going to do that. Her picture is on my Facebook page probably because I searched for her to see if she was still above ground. She was, and still is, beautiful. I told her that a few times, but she was too young to navigate my feelings and too inexperienced to understand her own. I am very thankful that I never bedded her. There was one time when it could have happened. As it was, I ended up in a shotgun wedding, because I did go too far with someone else. We make our own beds in this world.
The circumstances of the relationship are long gone. We had a band, and our equipment was set up in the basement of a local church. Her mother dropped her off in the city, and she came over to see me. She was wearing a little gray outfit with stripes on it. I hugged her and held her hand. She was so beautiful I thought I was going to melt right down into my shoes. She wasn’t just beautiful she was intelligent and exotic. Though her family had roots in the area, she had been living in New York City and had a Flushing-Queens accent when she spoke. She was like Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl, and I was duly impressed.
I know we could have been compatible if the timing wasn’t off. She, like me, was a conservative thinker. She had long, dark hair like Cher in the early days, but she was not a hippie. In 1973 I rode my motorcycle to a rock concert at a place called Madam Sherri's I saw her there and wanted to talk to her one last time. There was a large crowd, and she was in a place where I could not bring the bike. One of my chums had come back from Vietnam and his bike disappeared when he left it unattended. I watched her; she did not see me. The chance dissolved; I had a wife and two kids, and I should not have been there anyway.
I always thought she was beautiful, I still do, and always will. I wonder if she still has that charming accent.
Oh well, back to reality.
I thought about contacting her, but I am not going to do that. Her picture is on my Facebook page probably because I searched for her to see if she was still above ground. She was, and still is, beautiful. I told her that a few times, but she was too young to navigate my feelings and too inexperienced to understand her own. I am very thankful that I never bedded her. There was one time when it could have happened. As it was, I ended up in a shotgun wedding, because I did go too far with someone else. We make our own beds in this world.
The circumstances of the relationship are long gone. We had a band, and our equipment was set up in the basement of a local church. Her mother dropped her off in the city, and she came over to see me. She was wearing a little gray outfit with stripes on it. I hugged her and held her hand. She was so beautiful I thought I was going to melt right down into my shoes. She wasn’t just beautiful she was intelligent and exotic. Though her family had roots in the area, she had been living in New York City and had a Flushing-Queens accent when she spoke. She was like Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl, and I was duly impressed.
I know we could have been compatible if the timing wasn’t off. She, like me, was a conservative thinker. She had long, dark hair like Cher in the early days, but she was not a hippie. In 1973 I rode my motorcycle to a rock concert at a place called Madam Sherri's I saw her there and wanted to talk to her one last time. There was a large crowd, and she was in a place where I could not bring the bike. One of my chums had come back from Vietnam and his bike disappeared when he left it unattended. I watched her; she did not see me. The chance dissolved; I had a wife and two kids, and I should not have been there anyway.
I always thought she was beautiful, I still do, and always will. I wonder if she still has that charming accent.
Oh well, back to reality.
