It was in my college years that I met her. One day a
friend of
mine at ET and I decided to eat dinner at the women's
cafeteria
instead of the one near our dorms. All students could
use any of
the cafeterias on campus but most ate at the closest
one to them.
We were in the mood to pick up some chicks and have a
little fun!
We found these two chicks and sat down with them. One
was a tall
girl, nearly 6 feet tall with medium brown hair and no
boobs. The
other was from Florida and has a wonderful accent which
was
enticing. My friend, who was 6 ft 3 inches tall, opted
for the
tall one and I the Florida chick. We offered to take
them to a local pub and then back to the
dorms. They accepted and we lied
to them! Instead of taking them to the pub, we made a
left on the
highway and headed for Dallas 45 minutes away! My
friend was
sitting with the girl I was interested in and I had the
tall one!
We ended up in Dallas and had a wonderful time creating
havoc at
a local radio station on Flagpole Hill and cruising
around the
town. Along the way, I got to know the tall girl and
found her to
be intriguing and fun to be with!
Jane was a wonderful girl. Swamp Woman, her roommate
from
Florida, was a joy too! After that first night, we were
inseparable. For the next few months, we met early in
the morning
after third period and went everywhere together: to the
pubs,
student union, pool halls, movies, and to the infamous
"Love
Field"! Love Field was an abandoned airstrip in serious
shape on
a country road outside of Commerce. I would visit her
at her
folks' house for the weekends and sleep on the couch.
We spent a
lot of time together and after about a year together, I
asked her
to marry me. She accepted and I was so very happy. I
bought her a ring at a local jeweler's
though I wanted for it to come from Tiffany's as in the
movie that featured "our Song": Moon
River. We were quite affectionate in those wonderful
days and the
inevitable happened between us one time. Both were
novices and
well......But it was wonderful! I loved her so very
much. My Poo!
But then, a dark cloud rose on the horizon. After
giving her the
ring a week later, it was returned to me in the mail!
With no
note, no nothing but the ring and some other things I
had given
her. I was livid! I rushed up to the town that she
lived in and
tried to see her. Her parents wouldn't let me see her,
except
from a distance. I saw her crying. They wouldn't tell
me why! It
was 6 months later when I knew why. Her parents and my
parents
had ganged up on us and didn't want us to marry. They
told her
lies that weren't true and MADE her, literally,
made her, give me
up. They told her they would disinherit her if she
married me.
She couldn't even talk to me at college. If they found
out she
had, she would have been in a lot of trouble. But her
roommate
did talk and tell me which helped.
I only saw her two more times after that until much
later in
life. Once after I was married to my eventual wife,
Rosemary,
during a baby shower for our first baby girl, her
college roommate was invited to the party and
thought she would be "cute" and bring Jane along. Jane
had no idea she would see me then. I
was shocked and, to tell the truth, a little bit
worried. But Jane
and my wife got along well. What they said to each
other I would
not know for 30 years.
To close this chapter of the story, I must leap ahead
30 years.
After the death of my wife Rosemary, a victim of a
hit-and-run
driver on the streets of Houston, I bought a WebTV unit
which I
am using now. In using it, I discovered to my joy that
I could
look up old friends of mine and find them on the
Internet. I found Jane's brother with it and when I
scrolled down, there she was with a address and a
phone! I pondered for a few days whether
to call. I located Jane's roommate and I called her.
"Swamp
Woman" who was at one time married to Jane's brother,
told me
Jane would love to hear from me and that she had been
divorced 10
years. I called her, visited with her, proposed to her
again and was turned down. Too much water
under the bridge. She was too wrapped up in her career
and her life to do it again. We loved
and we are the best of friends for life. She was my
first and best true love. My Poo!
Here pictured is my "Poo" and some of my friends including the
"Swamp
Woman and her new Husband exhibiting the Peace symbol of th 60's along
with
my college roommate.
