|I know what you're thinking, the hair! It was the 70's and he was determined to only go to his regular barber back home. It made for quite the luxurious mane.|
I looked across the sofa at the broad shouldered boy with thick dark hair and beautiful blue eyes and a sweet smile peeking out from below his mustache and I said,
"Get your hand off my knee."
That's right dear reader. I spurned him. I spurned him like he was a bare lipped, brown eyed, 98 pound weakling. He immediately had #1, 3, and 6 from my list going for him and I just wasn't interested. I was surrounded by more boys than I had ever seen in my life. It was as if someone held out a box of chocolates, offered me my favorite salted caramel and I turned it down because that orange cream filled one next to it was available.
I hate orange cream filled chocolates, but I was young and breaking out of my shell and was getting plenty of attention. I was having a great time and suddenly my list seemed a bit narrow minded. How he ever came back for more after that snotty comment is beyond my understanding. I can only be grateful he did.
The next few months were filled with all the fun activities going to college had to offer. Parties, getting to meet and know new friends, and yes, (look away daughters), kissing a few boys. Nothing serious but I certainly had fun. The girls on my floor took turns accepting floral deliveries from numerous sources and life was good.
Every once in a while Earl would ask me out and I would say no. His capacity for rejection and mine for stubborn blindness were equally astounding. Oddly enough, as the fall semester wore on people on campus kind of began to see us as a couple. Not the kind of couple that actually dates, but they could see he was pursuing me. I would go to the Ormston lounge to watch t.v. and when he walked in the other boys sitting on the sofa with me would get up so he could sit with me. It kind of ticked me off.
And then God got involved.
To be continued,,,,, The Story of My Life, Part 3