Tuesday, April 28, 2015

YES, IT DOES HAPPEN

NOTE: This Post has some mild sexual content. Any similarity to persons living or dead is merely coincidental.





She tricked him into marrying her. Man, she was smooth. All of the coy words and ways were played like a Stradivarius violin. He sat spell bound for the few months prior to the wedding. She was not the prettiest apple on the tree or the best shaped apple. How she got her eyes to sparkle and how she sounded like a movie star remains an unsolved mystery.

Beyond the visual and audio effects was her unrelenting pursuit. She told a friend prior to the marriage she was going to “get that guy”. Sacrifice was her middle name, at least before the marriage, no time or distance was too great for her to conquer. She knew how to always make herself available. Johnyette on the spot---that was her.

Bad weather and distance meant nothing to her. When he could not get to her she could always find a way to get to him. This total dedication to be with him soon over powered this woefully inexperienced country boy. It was she who first raised the prospect of marriage, it was she who wanted their first sexual encounter, and it was she who had all of the answers to how a wedding could be arranged when each had little or no money.

The multiple unbelievable events prior to their marriage were once viewed as merely bad luck. Looking back, he now views those as an omen that should have been heeded. Cold weather—record cold weather and snow could not stop or delay their wedding. No car was for them to have a brief honeymoon. A kind relative loaned them a car for one night.

The wedding night was a total dull and boring affair. Years later she said, “I was wore out from the wedding.” Really?  Fifteen minutes before a preacher and two witnesses. He later said, “I was born at night, but not last night!”

Fast forward several years when he returned from a year overseas from an unaccompanied assignment. That reunion was Act 2 of the wedding night. What a heart break? What a disappointment? Foolish thoughts of unfaithfulness started to daily haunt his troubled spirit. Would she? Could she? Did she? He could not bring himself to accept the possible answer of Yes.

This story is still a work in progress. For several years she used the “I don’t feel like it excuse.” She even went so far as to say, “I love you, but don’t like you.” When pressed about when she might she said, “Maybe in the future.” Both are mature, if not old. He said she was using the old “Four corner North Carolina offense”---keep passing and run out the clock.
Glenn <><
Just West of Yesterday


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