"Need Advice About a Lost Love" by Mark Seneca
When I was four years old my mother took me to school and said to me, "Be a good boy and you will meet lots of new friends here in kindergarden."
After a while the teacher told all of to sit in a circle around her and she will tell us a story. While the teacher was reading from a book, I looked across the circle and saw Jennifer. I immediately had that "Forrest Gump" moment when Forrest sees Jenny on the bus for the first time.
Anyway, in fifth grade I was watching Jennifer play on the "trapeze swing" for a while, then she came over to stand next to me and wait for her next turn.
Suddenly, the girl on the trapeze falls and it swings over and hits Jennifer on her upper lip. Blood starts gushing out and I immediately run into the school and scream, "Jennifer is hurt and she is bleeding really bad. Please help her!"
In junior high she really blossomed and was very popular. Not only did she have a great personality, but she was the cutest girl in the school with her petite figure and long blond hair.
When we started high school, I was kind of awkward and never asked her out because she had "jocks" fawning over her all of the time. One day in out senior year she asked me, "Mark, would you share your locker with me. My class is on this floor and I would not have to carry my book around so much."
You would not believe how much that meant to me! Here is one of the most popular girls in school asking to share my locker!
About a year later, I went off to Viet Nam. When I got back I bought a used 1969 Chevy Camaro and was cruising down the street when I saw a beautiful young girl hitchhiking.
I stopped and she got in. When I looked over at her, I noticed that she looks familiar. After I get back on the road and continue driving, I ask her, "Are you Jennifer Amundsen?"
She replies "Yes", then I say, "My name is Mark and we went through school together for twelve years."
She says, "Oh yeah, I remember you! Mark, stop the car because this is where I get off."
Jennifer gets out of the car and walks away.
Forty years later I "Google" her name and find out her address is the same as her parents. Besides her parents living at the house, there is the name of a male about 30 years old, so I figure that is her son.
Should I write a letter to Jennifer, or should I just leave it be?
Most likely she is just another fat old lady, but on the other hand, she might be an elegant sexy older woman that would be worth fucking and have a relationship with.
Well, that was a lovely time line of being enamored. I'd have to say, go for it...you'll never know if you don't give it a shot, right? Good luck with it.
I recently attempted something crazy like this, myself.
I tried stalking Angi (red flag) via the internet, facebook, myspace, etc... As I learned later, she does not have an internet connection, nor a pc. I could not find any information about her, so I stalked her mother instead, hoping the 74 year old woman was not deceased.
The internet white pages listed her living in a suburb which was 30 some odd miles away from where I last knew the mother lived, in 1982. The listing also showed the names of her two daughters, and Angi's name was listed with her sister's name.
I called and left a message on Natalie's answering machine at nearly six o'clock on a Thursday evening. I hoped I had not scared nor confused her. (yellow flag)
Not ten minutes later, Angi called me using the cell phone number I had left on Natalie's machine.
It was wonderful to hear Angi's voice after 28 years. It was even better to listen to her describe how she looked at 50 years of age. She sounded lovely. She told me how her fourth husband (red flag) had purchased her a set of C cup tits, ten years earlier, which still looked fabulous on her 5'4" 109 pound frame.
I heard, from her end, what sounded like a door opening and shutting and a, 'Hello babe', comment.
"You should see my tits, Jeff, I feel so sexy sometimes when a handsome man is ogling me." (red flag)
I remember narrowing my eyebrows and pursing my lips as I continued to listen to her lilting voice.
Husband number five (red flag) had just arrived at their home while she was in the process of telling me that she had just started a five week recovery period for some recent carpal tunnel syndrome surgery on her left wrist, and since her current husband was a US Postal carrier, he worked five ten hour days a week and she'd have plenty of time to entertain me and show me around her 'ranch', should I feel like driving up to their house to visit.
I heard this husband (now married 9 years) ask, in the background, who she was talking to on the phone and then I heard her reply that she was speaking to the one good guy she let get away (red flag). I then heard him grunt something to the effect - "I brought home Chinese, it's in the kitchen, getting cold. I'm going outside to eat mine."
Angi then went on about how even though she'd been married five times (red flag) she'd never had any children, but that she had six dogs, six cats and two horses, and all of the animals but the horses, slept in the same bed with her. (flashing red sirens)
She then surprised me, even more...by saying,"I need to share something with you, but first," before inquiring, "Jeff, you never fucked my sister, Jackie, did you?" (yellow flag)
"Um, no babe, I was always too busy figuring out how I could fuck you more often, why do you ask?"
"Cuz that rotten, groveling bastard out on the back deck did, two weekends ago and I'm divorcing his worthless ass. He just doesn't know that I know, but he will in about 30 minutes." (orange flag)
A long awkward pause ensued as I tallied all the warning flags in my mind.
"So are you going to come up and see me sometime next week, this is really great timing?"
"Yeah, babe...I think I might try to do just that, and since I have your phone number, I'll call you first before I come up to make sure the coast is clear."
"Oh you don't have to worry about any coasts being clear, Jeff...His ass is out of here this weekend. If you don't mind the hair from 12 house pets (red flag), I'm sure you and I can have a good time getting reacquainted!"
That conversation occurred in August. I never did call her back nor make the 45 mile trip up to red flagville.
Sometimes, it is better to let sleeping dogs (and cats) lie.
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
Thanks for the story WMM, but I am hoping for a female point of view like the one Butterfly posted.
Thanks anyway.
Damn, gone already? I thought he was pretty funny...
The guy was trolling in the chatroom last night but once I entered and he failed to annoy me he left. Probably deleted his account right away lol.
Insert typical super smart ass comment courtesy of thepainter here.
I say give it a shot. At least if you do and she says she has a man or whatever, then it won't eat away at you like it would if you didn't contact her. Better to have her as a friend than nothing atal.
I have very good reason to believe "he" was in fact Carolyn, who was banned multiple times for random nonsensical forum posts, trolling and being a chat room nuisance.
@ Wmm. You should have your own site - even if it was just a blog, it would be hilarious.
