Violets are Blue,
No Body's Sweeter,
Than R**** M****!
"Dad, we're JUST friends!"..... Eyeroll.
R and I met at church when I was about 15. He was cute, had a Texas accent, 16, and was taller and skinnier than me. I will admit to a crush on him, at the first of our friendship. I will also share that he gave me my first hickey, an experiment that did not involve any kissing, but caused no end of giggling and much speculation by my dad and mom.
We would talk on the phone for hours almost every night, he made me laugh, as he was funny and ironic but some times sad and angry. We shared lots of secrets but this was 1964 an innocent time for me. I got my drivers licence and I got a car when I was 16.5, we would go to the movies, church, youth meetings, etc. His parents loved me, they may have thought we were an item too. However, it was clear to me when I graduated High School, that he was one of my best friends.
My parents finally accepted, probably with relief, we were just friends, as I started dating others, met Mr BC and got engaged. R and I drifted as we got older and I got wiser. I actually never saw him again after my wedding. Which saddens me.
Mama Kat's prompt is: Think about your closest male friend in high school…if you had married him (or her) how would your life be different right now? Since this was a relationship, that would not have ended in marriage, it is not hard to speculate that we would be miserable. I do know that R was not always the happy individual, he seemed to be and as I would later discover.
At my 20 year High School Reunion, L, a guy that I had known since 4th grade, was proudly announcing to everyone he spoke to, that he was gay. This did not come as a surprise to anyone, but in 1985, it was becoming the thing to do. Later in the evening, he sidled up to me, and shared conspiratorially, did I know that he and R had been Lovers for several years before, but were no longer a couple? He seemed to be expecting shock value from his little announcement; from me. He also indicated , oddly, during the conversation that R was always, talking about me. I was surprised at this, a little, but, I certainly did not give him the reaction for which he seemed to be hoping.
I asked him what R was doing now and told him that if he spoke to him, would he give him my phone number and gave L my business card., With the information L gave me, I did try to find him, but to no avail. I never heard from either of them again. This was the 80's and I certainly hope the reason I was unable to locate him was not because of HIV. I tried looking for him again as I contemplated this prompt, but came up blind alleys again. I certainly hope he has found happiness and contentment in his life. I am greatful for the fun and games he brought to our misspent youth!