First and Only
My husband and I met in junior high. We were from different schools and met at multi school function. That was in May and we did not see each other again until late that fall in October. However we talked on the phone for literally hours over the summer. So much so my mother threatened that she would start hanging up the phone if "That boy" called again. That was in 1977.
He was my first real "Boy" friend. I mean that he was first my friend. He was a confidant and a fellow troubled soul. This was all over the phone mind you. That October in 1977 we met again for our first chaperoned "date" at the county fair. My mother at a very distant observation point through out the evening. I kissed him first....in the photo booth! The most daring thing I had ever done. I still have those tiny black and white photos. He was absolutely the cutest guy I had ever known. The biggest brownest eyes and at 6 foot 2 he made me feel "Petite" at 5 foot 10.
We had our ups and downs. Hellacious downs I should add. But we married in November of 1981.That was when he became my first and only Lover. A year later he joined the military and I followed him half way around the world. Now it is 2008. October 3 will be the 31st anniversary of our first date......November we will celebrate our 27th wedding anniversary. Thai is if all goes well. He is overseas in the Middle East some where. I do not know where, so more than likely we will be apart, and yet together.
The ups and downs are just as high and low as when we were dating. Perhaps the friendship is a little strained at times because of the continuous separations. Our relationship as husband and wife forever having to renewed and rediscovered. We are at once comfortable and uncomfortable with one another just as long separated friends can be.
In spite of the separations, difficulties and trials nothing will change the fact he will always be my first grown up kiss, my first and only lover. My husband.