I swear the longer I live the more I realize how truly fucked up this thing we call life is. We're taught one set of rules and ideals as we grow up. Then when we finally end up a "responsible adult" we find out that not everybody plays by those rules.
In fact a lot of people don't. Then maybe we do a little reading that wasn't assigned in school and find out that the rules vary from culture to culture, religion to religion and even legal system to legal system. This doesn't even begin to take into account the uneven enforcement of the rules when they supposedly apply equally to all of us.
Why should any of this matter to me? Shouldn't I just forget about it as long as it doesn't affect my life like most folks? Well that's one way to look at it I guess. But on the other hand it does affect everyone's life in one way or another.
In my case it certainly affected my interaction with my girlfriends. My first girlfriend was Connie. As you hear often in such stories, when I first met her it was love at first sight! She was a vision of perfection to me and I thought that she could do no wrong.
Of course this was just me. It seemed I had always worshiped women and put them up there on that pedestal high above me and all men. To me they were mysterious, wonderful and made my heart soar and my pulse beat faster.
At the time I met Connie I was twenty years old and still hadn't gone on my first real date. I had a severe lack of confidence and self esteem when it came to women and didn't think I was worthy of any of them. By the way my name is Mose Abraham Brown. I guess my parents were into the bible at the time.
I later learned that I was indeed worthy of women but that was the way I felt then. I was fairly short at 5'8" and had thick legs that were shorter than the rest of my torso which made me look chunky. The rest of me was fine and I had been blessed with broad shoulders that retained a lot of muscle without me working out. My chest was similarly blessed and my waist was 34" and although I did not have a six pack I was not fat at all.
One of the things I didn't have a clue about was that most women thought I was very good looking with dark penetrating eyes, nice dark brown hair and other features that were okay if not pleasant to look at. If I had pulled my head out of my ass long enough to realize this and pick up on the signals a lot of women had given me, perhaps I never would never have ended up with Connie. Oh well, if second wishes were money we would all be wiping our asses with dollar bills.
Connie was 5'6" and had a nice body. Nice round 34C tits and an equally rounded ass that made you want to pat it every time you saw it. I thought she was beautiful but most folks would just consider her cute. She had short blond hair that I later learned was not natural, light gray eyes and an upturned pixie nose. She had a fairly light complexion that she loved to tan and turn a golden brown. Her legs were the opposite of mine and seemed impossibly long for her torso and looked spectacular in shorts or a mini-skirt.
I had seen Connie in high school from afar but we didn't really know each other. She ran with the jock/cheerleader crowd which was way above my social status. From what I remember she was very popular and always had a lot of guys hanging around her.
When we finally met, I was in my third year at the local college, majoring in Finance and she was a secretary in one of the offices there. I had always been thought of as smart and had made good grades. Connie had been a less enthusiastic student, although she certainly wasn't stupid, and had taken a one year course at a business school before seeking employment.
We bumped into each other in the food mall at the Student Union Building. I mean literally bumped into each other as she turned around without looking and knocked into me causing me to spill my drink. She was very apologetic and insisted that she pay for another drink and we ended up sitting together. She was amazed that we had been in the same class and gone to the same high school because she didn't remember me at all. That may have surprised her but it didn't me a bit. I would have been surprised if she did know who I was. In her defense, I had grown two inches and lost ten pounds since high school.
Anyway from that time on we started to run into each other at the Union where she worked and I relaxed in between classes. She was easy to talk to and even seemed to laugh at my jokes. I was a goner from the word go! Of course Connie was the one that asked me out. I don't know if I would have ever gotten up the nerve otherwise. We went to a movie, a couple of basketball games and before I knew it we were an item and were dating.
The only exception were Friday nights and Wednesday nights. Friday nights were out because she went out with her girl friends. She said some were girls she knew from high school and some she had met while working. They would go out drinking and dancing which really wasn't my thing. I preferred quiet times. Taking long walks holding her hand, admiring a sunset, listening to her talk about whatever she wanted too.
Wednesday nights were for her to do laundry and catch up on her housework at her apartment. Sometimes she had so much to do or wanted to go shopping that Thursdays were included as off limit date nights too. I really didn't mind her having some time to herself but I was so in love with her that I would have spent every minute with her if I could.
I also loved nature and enjoyed swimming, boating, fishing and camping. Connie enjoyed the first two of those but not the last two. She liked to water ski and the first time we went out to the lake with some friends of hers and I saw her in a bikini is the day that I knew I would do anything for her. I was in love! Or was that lust?
I could only hope that Connie felt the same way about me but I didn't see how it could be possible. I still couldn't believe we were going out three or four times a week, including almost every Saturday. As my Junior year of college drew to a close, we had been dating for a little over four months and I was in heaven.
