Snow Melt

A first I want to forget

The April 2, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS"  is
Write about your first school dance, first date, or first friend.

It is a first I want to forget,
expunge it from my memory:
Why am I writing about it
if I want to forget?

The weird thing about my memory is the way it works. Things that I want to remember I tend to forget, while the things I want to forget I tend to remember. My memory works like a two year old whose mother tells her not to play in the cat's litter box. As soon as Mama's back is turned, the kid is playing in the cat's litter box. I mean, when you hear about it you don't want to laugh because Mama should have known better then to tell the kid not to do it. At two, the first thing a child will do when Mama's back is turned is to do what Mama just told her not to do.

It is a first I want to forget,
but I can't expunge it from my memory:
so I may as well write about my first date,
about the first time I was stood up.

What lead up to this fiasco? I said yes to a high school acquaintance, when I should have said "No!" Anyway, to make a long story short or a short story long, I said "Yes, I will go out with you." On prearranged night, I took my second shower of the day (after all it was my first date), put on my prettiest pink poodle skirt (the only poodle skirt I ever owned), my prettiest pink blouse (maybe this is why I don't wear pink any more), and waited for him to arrive. I waited. I waited. I waited. I waited... etc. Needless to write, he didn't arrive.

I was disappointed at the time and, I suspect, I am still disappointed today. However, I am not sure why I am disappointed. Am I disappointed because I was stood up? Am I disappointed because I did not confront him? Thinking back over the situation, and the fact that he is either still serving time in prison (he got a life sentence for something he did after he was discharged from the army) or dead, I am probably lucky he stood me up.

Thought of the Day: "I trusted you, but now your words mean nothing because your actions spoke the truth." - Author Unknown