To say it was a day like any other would be completely wrong. I am talking about my 23rd birthday. I was in the military and was stationed in a college town in the south and was feeling acutely homesick for my family up north. In fact, I was out of it pretty much the whole day and I couldn't concentrate.
Anyway, I went to the ballfields after work to play for my office softball team and things didn't look up much. Granted, we did win and I did smack a few decent hits, but I was still in a funk and I actually proceeded to get a bit drunk while at the game.
Since I was single and wasn't seeing anyone on a regular basis, I got cleaned up and took myself to dinner at a local restaurant that I was a semi-regular at and managed to at least get a quick birthday kiss from my favorite waitress while downing quite a few more beers than I really needed.
I resigned myself to finishing up my birthday sitting alone on my apartment's balcony, propping my feet up, and polishing off all the beer in my fridge. I'd actually made a decent amount of progress towards that goal when the phone rang. Figuring it was my parents calling to wish me a happy birthday, I was a bit surprised to hear Vikki on the phone. Vikki and I had been an "off and on" couple over the last 6 months or so, not really dating but just having fun from time to time. In fact, I'm kind of wondering why I hadn't called her.
She told me she remembered that today was my birthday and she just wanted to give me a call and wish me a good one. I couldn't believe she had actually remembered, since I honestly didn't remember telling her when my birthday was.
Vikki asked me if I was up to going out and doing something, since it was obvious that I wasn't too thrilled at the idea of staying at home all alone. As lame as this sounds, we decided to go bowling. I told her that she'd have to drive though, since I was in no way sober enough to drive. She said she'd be more than happy to. I found out later that it suited her just fine. So we went bowling and had a great time. I'd had better games score-wise, but I think that was the best time I'd ever had bowling. Vikki was all smiles, and very playful and suggestively provocative the whole time, and I was grinning and laughing from the time we walked in until we left.
I guess I should describe Vikki now to give you an idea of why I was so happy. She was fairly tall, about 5' 8", and very nicely put together. Her sandy-blonde hair was naturally curly and came down in a full mane to about the middle of her back, just below her shoulder blades. She loved to flip her hair around and peer through it with crystal clear green eyes that could make a man melt. I also knew from past experience that she was very athletic and enjoyed a good roll in the hay. Thinking back now, I don't know why we never clicked as a full-time couple.
The night was still young, so Vikki said she had an idea. And what an idea! We went to a local park and started out acting just like kids; we pointed at the geese in the little stream and laughed about silly stuff and finally went over to the playground area. She got in one of the swings and I gave her a push and got her going. Next I got in the swing next to her and got going, but not quite as fast or as high.