Life's a funny bitch - Part 1

I was on facebook yesterday. And apparently I had made a few "mishtaken" und I let the whole world know about my comment to my niece for her birthday. I was duly corrected by the Ms. Special K. After figuring out what I had done wrong.. I started farting around in it and found a load of stuff I didn't even know was in there. Let's just say I have a love and hate relationship with facebook. And I go in every few days and look at my wall or whatever the heck it is, make a few comments and I'm gone.

I found a place where people were looking for me. No, it wasn't the cops.

A guy was asking if I was the Joan from "his hometown." My ears perked up. Yes, the name looked very familiar.

Anyway, I answered his message yesterday, and as it turns out, he is the little kid whose dad owned the grocery store on the top of our street in smallville Altona!

He asked me a whole bunch of questions today, and I still haven't answered because I'm in shock. What do I say....to him?

If I was truthful I would say:

Eddy, I'm still pissed off at you when leered at me and made fun of me when my mom sent me to the store to buy a box of Kotex. I know your parents were discreet, they always wrapped the boxes up in brown paper before they put it on the shelves....but we both knew what I was coming in for. I always tried to come into the store when you weren't working. I hate you.

Eddy, do you remember the time I had my first date with a guy? I was 14 years old, and he and I and another couple went out to Buff Creek to shoot gophers. (We didn't have TV in those days) we make our own drama. Butch was his name. Damn that makes me laugh...and we, and the other two went into town after that and grabbed a burger at the "Dairy Dell" .... and ... and... of course after that Butch headed for... my first trip to "lovers lane."

One mile out of town.

It was still daylight.

I still had never been kissed by a boy. I was kind of scared of him. He was all Jimmy Dean and stuff...tough, leather jacket...but yet he was driving his dad's station wagon. Even so I loved him.I w.a.s. 14.

Okay, this is how it went. We were all listening to music on the AM radio. Just grooving. Butch laid down on the drivers seat and put his head in my lap, and hung his legs out the driver side window. The couple in the back seat did the same thing. We were just talking and listening to the music. And yes, we smooched a little bit. Not much, because I found Butch's breath to be a little acidic. As a first kiss, this was not the best. By this time it was 8 o'clock I had to go home.

Eddy: The next day you spread the news all over town that I was doing bad things with with a guy on lovers lane, and he had his feet out the window and my panties hanging on the aerial of his station wagon.

Eddy: I was really embarrassed, but you wouldn't give up...you kept on telling everyone in town the story, you little pervert. What were you doing spying on me and my friends?

Eddy: Do you remember when your dad said I could work in the little store? I was thrilled, thrilled, thrilled. I worked for nothing. I just wanted to work in a store. I loved putting the loaves of bread on the board and packing them in brown paper and putting a string around them for customers to take home. I love making double decker ice cream cones, I loved the little store. It was the heart of our little community. Eddy, you always gave me grief. I loved your dad so much and would have done anything for him, yet anytime I wanted to work at the store your pushed me aside and made it rough for me. I finally gave it up. Eddy.

I will never forget the store. More on that tomorrow.

I will get back to him, once I get all this shit out of my system.