The summer was warm and I had set up a small pool in the backyard, just big enough to float and drink in. A tasty cold alcoholic beverage on a hot sunny day, a perfect mix.
On one particular day after my husband and I consumed a 12 pack of coolers between the two of us our topic of conversation was old flames. My husband had several stories to tell. When it was my turn, I mentioned my first love. I was just starting high ***** at the time and the guy I was seeing was seven years older.
My husband said he could see the sadness on my face telling him the story. How it was a taboo love-due the age difference. When I got caught by my parents after he picked me up at the high ***** bus stop and we had spent our last time together at his sister’s apartment. He brought me home and my parents were waiting for me. It was immediately the end of our relationship. I was never to talk to or see him again. And I didn’t. It was now 41 years later. He always had and always will have a special place in my heart. I used to think about him from time to time. His name was Bernie. But as the years passed, it only came back to me on a rare occasion, every few years. But after my husband and my talk in the pool, I thought about Bernie a lot. What could have been. My husband decided we would do some research and try to find him. That was August.
After trying to contact Bernie by email, address and phone calls, we were at a dead end. We were at a dead end as far as his whereabouts.
Lee one day said that I should try one of the email addresses that looked promising one last time and then if no reply, we would give up on our search. Had he moved away, died or changed his name. we were sure we would never find out.
Then the very next day after that last sent email, I got a reply. Thursday afternoon it was. I was nervously anxious to answer his reply. My email sent was very short. Looking to find Bernie Griffin. We knew each other years ago. Hoping to catch up.
The replay that he sent simply said “what color is your hair?” Right then and there I knew it was him. I got a tingle thinking OH MY GOD, it is him. The reason he asked the hair color question was because I had red hair. If I were a blonde or brunette, chances are that question wouldn’t have been asked. My reply was one word “Red”. Instantly he replied back “What was your nickname?” I could not believe it; he actually remembered me after all these years. We weren’t together very long, only about 2 to 3 short months if that. He was very caring and we never went all the way due to the age difference. My nickname given to me by the neighbor guys who lived next door at that time was “Poon” as in the Ted Nugent song (Wang Dang Sweet Poontang). My reply to that was “It’s a Ted Nugent Song”. The next reply was “Call Me”. At this time my husband had finally gotten home from work. And we were both excited that finally, maybe, I could say a goodbye. I emailed back that I would call him later in the evening. I was a little scared to call. It had been a lifetime ago.
So, after dinner that night, I called the number Bernie gave me. It went straight to a call screen on his phone. I stated my name and a few seconds later he was on the phone and said “Poon, is that you?” Yep, that was the voice that I remember and was instantly taken back to being with him.
I had my phone on speaker so my husband could hear all that was going on. I told Bernie we had no secrets and Lee could hear everything. Don’t worry about saying anything he wanted to say on the call. I reassured him I had no intentions with him other than to see how his life turned out and to get closure on my end. We talked for almost 2 hours-reminiscing about everything and updating each other on what had happened to us since. Bernie held nothing back. Funny thing, he did remember almost everything, even some of the details and what we did that I had forgotten about. We ended the call and really didn’t expect anything else to happen. It really was nice to hear from him.
However, later that evening I got an email from him and a text message as well. Many actually over the next week or so. I was having a great time catching up and flirting with him. Lee was all in on this. He would do whatever I wanted and made sure I was happy, and I was.
That initial phone call was on a Thursday evening. I told Bernie not to call Tuesday early evening, as we had plans. After the end of that time, I told him, he called. I kept getting surprised and excited each time my phone rang or notification of incoming text messages. So, I changed my ringtones so we knew for sure when Bernie called or texted. That made those songs more titillating.
To be contionued...