Right before senior year of high school I dated this guy for the summer. It was 1985. That’s long enough ago to make a silver wedding anniversary.
A few years ago we caught up with each other and I learned he was in San Francisco, married and raising a family.
Then he popped up again a few weeks ago sending me a friend request on facebook. He said he’s divorced and living in AZ. I said, oh yeah? I’m divorced and living in KS.
We’ve been talking on the phone alot. The thing I remembered most about dating him when we were 16 was the day the doorbell rang and my little sister and mom yelled “Krissy! Come here!” and he’d spelled out “Krissy I love you” in sticks of juicy fruit gum on the porch.
What he remembers most is my dartboard with a picture of my ex-boyfriend in the middle with his eyes torn out. (I had forgotten all about that! hee).
I’m going to Tucson to visit my sister soon. Am I going to see the cowboy? Yes. I’m excited.