Assume Nothing

When someone has so much history how hard is it to throw away the history and reacquaint yourself with a person you have not seen in over sixteen year, much less really talked to in over 30 years.

When I was a little girl, my parents had a set of friends who always seemed to be stationed the same place we were. They had two children, a boy my age and a daughter a couple of years younger. We share a childhood, something most people who were military brats living overseas do not normally share.

Most of our history centered on firsts. Their son was my first crush, the first boy I ever kissed, and the first boy I ever went to second or third base with… Our parents did everything together so all of our family’s time was spent with their best friends and their kids. We used to go camping together at the beach, we learned to water ski together; learned to fish, drive a boat… you get the picture.

Last month was my parent’s sixtieth wedding anniversary and I saw my first crushes parents. They had never really liked me too much, because after all it’s me, a little wild, and extremely boy crazy. Our mothers had worked together and our fathers had worked together too. It was also apparent to all that their son and I had a crush on each other. However, after spending a couple of hours with his parents last month, I suppose that they changed their mind about me because I received an invitation to their beach house.

So today, I get this phone call out of the blue, and it is my first crush. Who said you cannot meet someone by just sitting at home alone watching movies?

I cannot say it was not an awkward phone call, because it was. I have never really known this person as an adult; I have no idea what he is like, not really. I asked him if his parents suggested he call me, and he said that when he heard they had seen me he asked them to get my phone number. Either way I don’t know, but I am glad that after a week someone gave in and gave him my number. After about forty-five minutes on the phone we exchanged information, agreed to keep in touch, share a meal, and reminisce in the near future.

So, can virtual strangers that share so much history start back at square one or does that past, that childhood count as knowing each other? Seriously I don’t even know if we have anymore in common than three grown kids, parents that were friends, and the fact that we have known each other most of our lives. On the other hand, I could just be taking this opportunity for the fresh eggs.

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