Finally!

So, Saturday, I took my husband out for breakfast for his birthday (calories and cholesterol don't count on that holy day, do they?!).  Who do I run into but my first real boyfriend.  Well, man friend is more like it.  He was 24 to my sixteen.  Now, before you get your panties in a twist, I was a senior in high school, working, and very mature.  And, maybe a little sexy, okay.

Anyway, we were steady for over two years.  He will always have a special place in my heart, because he walked me through my first college registration process, helped me to figure out getting an apartment and utilities, and, as important, put my huge, crazy, dysfunctional family into perspective.  He came from a similar background, and had left at seventeen, the day after high school graduation, to the Navy and Vietnam.  He helped me grow up when my parents were too busy with my out-of-control siblings to pay attention to a cheerleading overachiever, the first in my family to go to college.  Oh, yeah, and the first girl to graduate high school unmarried.  No kidding.

Anyway, the title 'Finally!' refers to the fact that when I saw my old flame on Saturday, I looked great!  I was having a good hair day, I had no blotches or zits, and no cold sores.  I was well dressed and did not have food in my teeth!  Finally!  Score one for the big blonde!

Anyway, nearly forty years later, it was fun to see him and his newer wife, who was a doll.  And the experience was made more fun because I didn't look like I'd lived the intervening years in a women's prison for violent murdering drug addicts.  Yay, thanks, God!