Chapter 2: …but it didn’t soothe my broken heart.
It was always about Bob Martin who, for a while, didn’t even know I existed. I was only fifteen and had a crush on a boy scout named Bob. I would deliberately pass by George Warren’s house where the scouts held their weekly meetings, but Bob never looked in my direction. When he made Eagle Scout, the newspaper had a very big write-up about his accomplishment and he no longer attended the weekly meetings. George Warren told me Bob was attending a technical school in Philadelphia — of course, I lost interest in the boy scouts.
One Saturday morning, I was quite surprised to see Bob pull into our driveway. As he got out of his car, he looked up at the window and smiled. “Young lady, I’m supposed to meet with your father this morning….is he home?”
“He’s either in the back yard or in the garage,” and then I added, “if we meet again, my name is Laurel — not young Lady.”
“Excuse me….” he laughed. “I’m Bob — Bob Martin. I’m pleased to meet you, Laurel. Maybe we will meet again. I just graduated from college and have moved back home.”
Bob whistled a song as he walked down the driveway. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He wore snug jeans and a white tee shirt that left no muscle to the imagination. I watched those jeans as he walked toward the garage….then I leaned slightly out the window to keep him in view a little longer. He turned around, noticed he had an audience and we both laughed.
“A little too old for you, isn’t he?” My mother saw me watching him.
There was no point in answering. She wouldn’t understand. I rolled my eyes and glanced out the window again, hoping to get in one more quick look, but he was gone. Although my legs were weak, I felt good all over. Maybe it was love at first sight. I wondered if he felt the same way. I wanted to get to know him better and be close to him. For the first time in my life I felt like a woman in love. Oh how I would love to marry him some day. Maybe he was a few years older than me. Age is a state of the mind and I could keep him young for a long time….a long, long time. Just then I heard his car pull away and I hated myself for not going out to the garage and talk with him. Maybe he would have asked me out on a date.
Tomorrow – more of chapter 2
