So far I do not have very many entries for my contest. That's okay. You may have proven my theory that people just don't want to do anything to win something for free. OR, you may have proven you don't want to air any dirty laundry. OR, you are just not into this game. OR maybe I'm not being fair...
For those of you who want to win my bunny, you've shared some great stories and I thank you very much. You've made my day whenever I check to read a story. Thank you.
So, I promised a hint of one of my stories. I'm not sure where to start. So let's start by calling him K.
I met K when I was in the fifth or sixth grade. At the swimming pool of all places. A friend and I spent every possible day at the pool. My friends' uncle shows up and proceeds to dunk her. Then he directs K to dunk me. I did not appreciate that. Nor did I appreciate K just doing what his friend told him to do. After I arose from the water, K and I just looked at one another. He swam off without a word and I added him to my "DO NOT LIKE LIST". A few days or weeks later I met up with K again at the pool. He approached me by saying that his dad worked with my mom. Really? We spoke briefly after that. A few dunks on his part a few splashes on mine.
A year or two down the road, K's friends began to tell me K liked me. No matter where I saw his friends, the pool, basketball games, the grocery store, they teased me. I was appalled. I didn't like blondes. Nor did I like K. Not really. I even faked being sick one night when my school was playing his school in basketball, because I did not want to see him. The teasing was enough.
When I saw K I talked to him, there was just something about him that I did not find attractive. But I always spoke to him. He always approached me first. Added to that, he was a pretty good conversationalist. It didn't take long for me to set aside the thing, whatever it was, that I didn't like about him. He still wasn't quite my cup of tea, but he was nice. And he liked Prince. How could I go wrong with anyone who loved Prince as much as I did?
Another year down the road he was graduating from high school. He came into Pizza Hut, where I worked, to ask me out. He was with a very good friend of mine. I'm sure my friend coaxed him into this. Robert sat smiling like a cheshire cat while K asked me out for an official date. I politely declined. Then I regretted it...
K then went to the Marine Reserves for the summer. He wrote me letters. I answered them. As you know how I like to write, I wrote him letters even when I didn't receive any in the mail. When he returned home to go to college, he let me know how he liked my letters. Off he went to college. Off I went to my junior year of high school. Rarely thinking of K.
Again the same story unfolded the next summer. He came into Pizza Hut and asked me to write him. So I did. This time when he returned from Marine Camp or whatever you Marines call that word I cannot spell, (Lejeune?) he asked me out again and this time, I accepted. We had a great several weeks before school started. He invited me over to his house where he was playing a board game with his parents. I stepped inside of the door and he asked, "have you ever met my parents?" I replied, "no,not really". I kinda knew who his dad was but I really didn't know him or his mom. K left the room and did not return. I thought this was strange. I thought he wanted to introduce me, but he didn't. After about 20 minutes we went outside and he said, "I cannot believe you didn't want to meet my parents." I told him I thought he had said, "have you ever met my parents". I don't think he believed me. He told me , "NO, I asked you if you wanted to meet my parents and you said no!" His mom was not really friendly after that first instance, but I became quite smitten with her son. Who was soon to go to MU for his Sophomore year. He handed me his class ring on our last date together before he left. An idiot that I was and am, thought he just wanted me to look at it. I handed it back to him. Then he recited some romantic spiel and asked me to wear his ring. I took it. That was the last time I saw or heard from K.
He gave me his ring and left. He broke my heart. He must've met some little sorority tart and that was that. He was too much of a coward to let me know. My guess is, he's still a coward. I should have listened to my instincts the first time he dunked me in the swimming pool.
Ironically, 4 years later when I was a junior in college, I had a criminology class with a redheaded boy from the other side of the state. We did not know each other until this class. (Another secret I will share later.) So, years later and many miles between me and K, this redheaded boy knew I had Ks class ring. And unbeknownst to me I had that redheaded boy's heart.