Monday, March 30, 2009

I Can Still Hear Her Wicked Little Laugh...



I know, this isn't K, K2, or K3, but I just put him here for MY interest. Since I do not have a picture of any of the Ks handy, I thought it would be a good place to put Bradley. A place to protect the innocent and the goofy of this story. And so it goes...

Denise came up with the brilliant idea of setting up K2 with her roomie. She was sure her roomie would like the idea. Plus, we could tell K2 that the roomie thinks he is REAL HOT....We giggled and hooted and planned. It took a few times for K2 and I to be comfortable around one another after the library incident. He never really apologized for it, but let me know, he wanted me to know how he felt. Enough said. Denise later lowered the carrot. Instantly he was interested in hearing about her roomie. They dated a short time. We got to see a few kissy kissy sessions. Believe me that was enough for us. For the life of me, I cannot remember how it ended. I just know it didn't last very long. K2 was always near. We took him to a KC Royals baseball game and he even brought a date. That was even weirder for me and Denise. That was the spring of Denise's senior year. K2 graduated that summer and me and Kim that December.

Kim and I stayed for summer school that year. It was 1991. We liked to have supper at a place called Players. A cool place Kim and I frequented for good food. One particular summer evening after having supper, K2 called. He and some buddies were headed downtown to a club. We decided to go. It was late in the summer and it sounded like a great idea. We danced all evening. K2 made it a point to tell me his friend kinda liked Kim. I laughed. His friend had every reason to like Kim. She was fun, sweet and beautiful. The whole package. But, in the back of my mind, I felt that he thought, if his friend were with Kim, he could be with me. I told Kim what he had said and she didn't feel it. Nor was she interested. She kinda thought the same as I did. Near the last day of summer school I got a phone call. It was K2. He just wanted to tell me goodbye and that I had something on my car. I was a little confused. Our parking place was right outside our door and we had not noticed anything unusual. (We lived a few miles outside of Warrensburg. A little quiet area where older students and Airforce people lived. It was unusual to have a lot of traffic in this area.) Going outside to my car I saw it. A red rose lying on the hood of my Buick. Underneath was a card. It was a white card with a red rose on the front. On the inside of the card it said: I Love You, It's that Simple.....Love K2. I took it inside to show Kim. We just looked at it. For the life of me I cannot remember what happened next. I don't think I called him to rub it in that I could not return the sentiment. I think I just let it go like a whisper in the wind.

I didn't hear from K2 for many years. He ended up marrying the girl he invited to the Royals game that day. In 1999, a year after I had divorced my husband, K2 called me. He was in my hometown at a local motel. He told me he was an investigator for some agriculture department with the government. We chatted for a while and decided to meet the next evening. I picked him up and showed him around my hometown and where I grew up. It was just like seeing an old friend. He told me he had 3 kids and had been married for some time. He also told me about different jobs he held since graduating from college. At the end of the evening I dropped him off at the motel. I got out of the car to give him a hug and to tell him it was nice to see him. He hugged me and told me he would be back in a few months to continue some investigation. Then he stepped back. "You know, I really had it bad for you in college," he stated as if I didn't already know. "I know K2, looking back on all this, maybe I should have taken you up on everything," I replied. For those that know me, know I didn't really mean this and I was being sarcastically goofy. The sweet girl he remembered had grown to have a dry sense of humor. He didn't see this. Instead a look of horror melted onto his face and he very quickly went inside to his motel room. I giggled to myself. For a minute I had thought he had taken me serious. As I backed out of the parking space and headed for the road I saw him in my rearview mirror. I saw him pulling back the curtain on the window, watching me drive away.

About a month later my phone rang. A quick check of my caller I.D. found it was K2. Smiling to myself, I let the phone ring.

The End!

4 comments:

Charli and me said...

I wonder if you will ever hear from him again? Never say never....

Domestic Designer said...

Good story! Who knows what the future holds! :-)

Lisa said...

People have a way of resurfacing. The Internet has made this almost a certainty.

Brenda Eason said...

I am so happy to get my bunny soon.
Im loving this story and can't wait to hear the rest.If it is okay I wanna post my bunny.