I, Brian Davidson, was a late bloomer. All through High School physically I was a boy, not a man; while I had a cute face I was short and chubby. It wasn't until my first year in college that I started to mature, but then it was as dramatic a transformation as any that my doctor had ever seen. By the time that I graduated college I was nine inches taller, seventy pounds heavier, and with 20% less body fat than my freshman year in High School - namely six feet four inches tall and 230 pounds with 10% body fat.
Although physically I was a boy in High School that did not mean that I didn't have mature thoughts. I was fascinated by Virginia Brown - a real woman in High School, not a girl.
Virginia is a year older than I am, was the nicest person possible to everyone that she interfaced with, intelligent, charitable, and as beautiful as a woman could be; plus, she had a body that poets could effervesce about for decades. Although always self-effacing she was the "queen" of everything throughout her High School career; yet no one was ever outwardly jealous of her because of her humility, poise and grace. Although Virginia was always pleasant when I interfaced with her I never had even 1/10th of the courage necessary to have an extended conversation with her, let alone ask her out on a date.
Virginia Brown was my fantasy woman and for years after the last time that I saw her I masturbated to one of her yearbook photos, and compared all other women to her.
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One thing about fantasies - you have to put them aside when you have to deal with real life on a daily basis. By the time that I graduated from college Virginia Brown was only a pleasant illusion from the past. I fell in love with Missy Granger two years after I graduated college and after dating a year we got married.
Missy is a beautiful woman with a feisty personality; I guess she would best be described as a firecracker. Her spirited persona can be her best - or worst - quality, however, depending upon the circumstances. It is her best trait during most social gatherings and when conducting a business negotiation; it is her worst when she perceives a slight or insult even if one is not intended. Since she is also sexy, uninhibited in bed, intelligent, and usually fun to be with, I never had any real problem in dealing with her occasional outrages or indignities. That is I never had a problem until an episode when my past view of a fantasy woman escaped my lips.
After Missy and I had been married about two years when I arrived at a Friday night party of young-twenty-somethings I was hungry. I hadn't eaten for several hours before the festivities and expected food to be served. It turned out that the only food served was banal snacks of the type that I usually avoid in order to keep my body fat at 10%. However, there were "dangerous" rum swizzles that in view of the general merriment of the event I imbibed in too eagerly, resulting in me feeling no pain for only the 2nd time in my life. While I do not remember exactly what happened and what was said - although Missy apparently did - some lamebrain had the idea of a parlor game.
The game was actually a purchased professionally done one called something like "Awkward Scenarios." At least as our hostess interpreted the game's rules it involved one person drawing a card that had a question on it and asking another person the question on the card. All questions could illicit "awkward" responses. The person asked the question could answer it, decline to answer it and then have to answer the question on the next card drawn, or pass it to someone else. "Passing it on" could only be done once during the game. If by majority vote the other players deemed an answer untruthful the contestant had to throw $5 into a pot to be collected by the ultimate winner.
I never understood how who got to draw the cards, or how the drawer picked who needed to answer, was determined. However, wanting to be a good sport and being looped, I played along.
Things weren't going too badly for me, and there were some humorous moments, when I was asked the question "Who is your fantasy woman/man?"
Of course the intelligent answer would have been "My darling wife Missy," even though it would likely have been voted as untruthful and resulted in me tossing $5 into the pot. However, as I said, I was unaccustomed to alcohol on an empty stomach and suddenly the long lost apparition of my High School crush came into mind. I blurted out "Virginia Brown!"
Almost everyone but she and I laughed when Missy asked "Who the Hell is Virginia Brown?"
I didn't help myself by responding "The nicest most beautiful woman in the world who was Prom Queen at New Trier High."
Then everyone laughed - except Missy.
The game continued until the hostess Barb was declared the winner and she pocketed the $30 in the pot. I was too far gone to drive and there weren't enough able-bodied people to carry my 230 pounds to my car even if Missy was willing or able to drive - which she apparently had no interest in - so Missy and I ended up spending the night at the party venue lying fully clothed on couches with blankets pulled over us.
Missy was a little testy the next day, the why of which I never would have been able to figure out until Barb explained it to me the next morning at breakfast. Fortunately, within a couple of days things were back to normal at the Davidson household.
About a year after my "Fantasy woman" answer the new president of the company that I worked for - Remarkable Widgets, Inc., commonly known as "RWI" - decided that all managers at my level from offices around the country should go together on a week-long Outward Bound bonding experience. I printed out a copy of the email announcing the trip. The email had as an attachment the names and offices of all of the managers that would be attending. I just scanned the list, not paying much attention to it.
That night I brought the email home to show Missy the dates. In keeping with her detail-oriented personality she perused it more carefully than I did. "Is this 'Virginia Brown' listed here your fantasy woman?" Missy snidely asked after viewing the attachment.
Since I hadn't really reviewed the list I had no idea whether or not that name was there - although Missy apparently didn't believe it when I told her that. When I did look carefully at the list there was "Virginia Brown - Milwaukie Office" only one name away from "Brian Davidson - Lake Forest Office," "Lake Forest" being the suburb of Chicago where I worked and only about sixty miles away from the Milwaukie Office.
After looking at the list I shrugged my shoulders and said "I doubt it. That's a fairly common name and by now she'd be on the order of twenty eight years old, and certainly married with a different last name."
"Why, because she's so hot?" Missy snarled.
"What's with the attitude?" I inquired.
