I was a 12 nearly 13 year old Pensyl-Tucky farm boy in the summer of "Nineteen Seventy Nine."
6 years later a music man that goes by the name of Bryan Adams who is a Canadian Singer and Songwriter that You may have heard of? He wrote a song just for me... LoL
Me and a million other young couples who fell in love in the summers of 69, 79, 89, etc. The lyrics describe that summer almost exactly like it went down.
Chorus:
"Standin' on your mama's porch - you told me that you'd wait forever
Oh and when you held my hand - i knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life - back in the summer of "69"
"That damn front porch." It was where I stood sweating bullets that first week of summer break. That early summer morning when Michelle B. Yelled over her shoulder "Hey Momma, Randy is here!"
That same front porch is where it all would end...
Mrs. B came to the door and was one of the nicest ladies I had ever met. She was good friends with my mother. They had actually worked together at the same "Elgin Electronics" manufacturing plant in Waterford PA. for many years.
Michelle was my very first official long time girlfriend. We started "Going Steady" or "Going Together" as it was called back in our 8th grade school year before that Summer of 79. We did all the things young kids in love do. The necklaces, rings, school dances. Kissing, non stop kissing. Kisses hello, Kisses goodbye, Kissing just to kiss and keep that first love buzz going. 11 months total.
That first long summer day together it went to the next level. The entire school year before that summer day consisted of the usual 2nd to 3rd base fumbles and bumbles sexually. Just a couple kids who had no idea what we were doing. We are both October babies. I was born in 1966. Michelle in 1967. Our birth dates are 10 days apart.
That summer day Michelle had a plan. And looking back now. What an awesome plan that was. After we hung out for awhile talking to her mother. Michelle told her mom we were going for a walk down to her neighbors house to hang out with one of her girlfriends. (lie)
She had thrown a sleeping bag (blanket) out her bedroom window. And we circled around behind the house, grabbed it and headed down to the creek. We walked barefoot in the creek. Hand in hand. I knew we would eventually end up on that blanket. I did not expect my wildest dreams would come true that warm summer day. "That Summer of 79."
I could go into detail here. Those details are forever locked into my fondest memories. But then this would have to be blurred and flagged as "PORN!" Lmao
It was the usual first time for both of us. A bit akward but surprisingly not as bad as some of the first time horror stories we have all heard or experienced.
It was not rushed and was very loving and tender. We got much better at it as the summer went by way too fast. We even zipped our sleeping bags together on a camping trip and waited for Michelles Dad & Mom to both start snorring loudly. They both liked to drink heavily. So we knew they would sleep heavily also. But I remember being sooo nervous.
Another time Michelle was sleeping over at a friends house and they were camping out in the back yard. My cousin Mike was dating Michelles friend Teresa. So you know where our long 5 mile bicycle ride ended up that night at around midnight. LoL
By then Michelle and I were getting quite good at this new sex thing. We took a break between rounds and tried not to laugh at the fumbling and bumbling and giggling in the sleeping bag next to us. It was Mike's first time and Teresa had to show him the way. It was not her first. I will never forget the long bike ride home. Exhausted from several hours with Michelle in that sleeping bag. My old Ten Speed bike would not shift into the highest gear. So I would reach down and give the chain guide a nudge with my thumb to get it to shift. In my exhaustion I got my right hand thumb stuck in the chain. Stripping the skin and some meat off of the pad (thumb print) part of my thumb. I still have a scar and numbness as I type this. I wrapped it in my t-shirt and finished the ride. I will also never forget unwrapping it from my shirt. A shirt soaked in blood that had started to heal itself onto my thumb during the last hour or so of that sunrise bicycle ride.
We spent many hours on the phone just talking and dreaming out loud. We used to fall asleep on the phone. The old rotory dial corded phones of long ago. We never had to worry about charging the battery or how many minutes/data plans.
The "Summer of 79" was nearing it's end when on one of our many all night phone calls. Disaster struck. Everything changed...
Michelle called and something was wrong. After a few hours of small talk and many long silences I asked her if She wanted to break up. Well that sent her into a tailspin. I had been misreading her emotions. I finally got her to tell me she was late on her period. And She said that has never happened before. So the phone call ended with her crying and me sitting there with my mouth hanging open wondering what had just happened.
I made an early morning bike ride and was standing on "that damn front porch" at 10am. Michelle came to the door. Bed head hair and puffy eyes tired from cryin'. We sat and talked for a bit. And that is when I told her she had to tell her Mom. That we could not keep doing what we are doing unless she "got on the pill." (birthcontrol)
I often wonder how my life would have been different had I not done that. I have always regretted it. And You know life has a way of rubbing our noses in it. Next thing you know Michelle calls a few days later all happy that she was not prego. She had her period and no big deal right?
Uh uh. I held my ground and insisted she get protection. I was such a dumb ass. So we officially broke up.
A few months later Michelle is with this tall scraggly dirtbag named Joey Adams. Straight outta the Scooby Doo Cartoon. Joey "Shaggy" Adams... Lmao
They looked silly together. He was a 6'2" string bean with a scraggly teenage chin goatee. She was 5'2" and "Sexy as Hell."
But I was doing ok hand in hand with my new girl Anne.
Again tho, life has that way of rubbing your nose in the bad decisions you have made. The irony of the day I quit school to go to work on the farm. A family tradition set by my father who left school in 8th grade and my older brother who made it to 9th. I signed myself out in 10th grade. The week I turned 18. As I had lost a year repeating 7th grade. Also starting kindergarten grade school a year late.
That "irony that strikes again" was Michelle walking into that same principals office at school that very same morning and signing her papers to leave school and become a mother as she was ready to give birth to a baby string bean in a month or so. She was still sexy as hell.
Anne and I made it a few more years before going our separate ways. Also Michelle, her daughter and the String Bean Joey divorced.
I would see Michelle from time to time out making the rounds like 20 something's who are swingin' singles do. I often wanted to ask her out. But the bad timing of always having my arm around another girl. Or when I did not she would be with a guy. But we would always smile and say hello. I have seen her on the social media that I will not name and no longer subscribe to. She is still a sexy little cougar and happily married to a normal looking gent who is not a creepy looking lurch like zombie string bean.
Thank You for reading this all the way till the end. I left out many details. And some really crazy and scary stuff. Like the night Michelle and I stumbled across each other at a local watering hole. She invited me to her place. But told me to wait an hour cuz String Bean, the baby daddy was babysitting her daughter.
Well I got there early. Parked my truck around the corner and creeped up behind her house. His car was still there. I layed down behind a shrub around 1am. I was wasted drunk. I woke up at 4 am. Half frozen and shivering. His car was gone and all the lights were out. I went home. It just was not meant to be.
