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Made For Each Other.

14 Feb

The weather was the same in both locations.
High in the upper 60’s, lows in the mid 50’s – slight wind, no rain. Close enough to average for the first day of autumn.  Uneventful from a meteorological standpoint.  Yet both of the women would be birthing a child before lunch.  The children were born just a few hours apart.  A few hours, and fifteen-hundred miles.  The first would be a boy, the second a girl.  The first in New Hampshire, the second in Oklahoma.
The date: Friday, September 22, 1978

Sixteen years later, in an orthodontist office in Oklahoma the boy from New Hampshire is looking at pictures of patients hung along the waiting room walls.  One of the frames holds a young girl.  She appears to be a year or two younger than he.  Hopefully not more than two-years younger, the boy would like to meet her.  She has a beauty that is deeper than the photographer’s talent.
“Hey, does she go to school with you?” The boy asks his friend, who is a couple of years younger.
“Never seen her,” his friend replies, “Besides – it’s a glamour shot, she doesn’t really look like that anyhow.”
The boy moves on.
The date: Fall/Winter 1994

It’s a typical school day for the boy, a Junior in high school.  Returning from lunch he sees a friend of his near her locker (a sophomore) and they visit.  A girl walks up – she is definitively pretty.  The girl has keys in her hand.  She shares a locker with his friend – must be a sophomore too.  He hasn’t met her yet.
The boy wants to talk to this pretty girl, so he asks:
“You drive?”
The pretty girl looks at the boy, jingles her car keys in his face before throwing them in the locker, and says: “You think?”
“And you’re a sophomore?”
“Yup,” and she turns and walks away.
The boy moves on.
The date: Spring 1995

The summer rolls around.  The boy cruises the town with a dead guy in the back seat (explanation some other time) and goes to a party with his friend.  The boy notices the pretty girl is at the party, but doesn’t have the guts to talk to her.  They share a friend or two – that’s close enough.
Summer comes, summer goes.
The boy moves on.
The date: Summer 1995

The boy starts his senior year.  He learns more about this pretty girl from their mutual friend.  He learns they share a birthday, and her name is Kim.
“Hey, why don’t the three of us go to lunch at Garfield’s today?”  The mutual friend asks.
“Naw, we don’t have the same lunch period.” The boy answers.
“So, we can today…  We’ll just skip a class.”
The trio goes to lunch.  They talk, the boy draws on the paper table-cloth.  He draws a waterfall with a rocky edge and an evergreen sprouting from the bank.  Kim draws a dog cartoon she is awfully proud of.  The boy is more impressed with her looks than with her artistic ability.
The girl has an attitude, too.
“You think (so-and-so) will be upset you’re at not lunch with him today?” The mutual friend asks the pretty girl.
“I don’t care, I’m having fun.  Besides, (so-and-so) doesn’t own me…” She fires back.
Sounds like Kim is taken.
The boy moves on.
The date: August 1995

September comes fast.  September is State Fair time, and birthday time.  The boy has two tickets to the rodeo and a concert he and his friend (with the braces) are going to.  The evening of the rodeo the friend cancels.  The boy calls another friend – busy.  And another – busy.  Then the mutual friend, she can’t go either.
“Why don’t you call Kim?”  She suggests.
“Naw…  I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t really know her.”
“You know me, I know her, I know you…  call her – she’d be happy I bet.”
“I don’t have her number.”
“I do…   Do you want me to call her for you?”
The boy calls Kim.  She is available and will be ready in twenty minutes.

After the fair, rodeo, and concert they’re hungry but most places were closed.  So the pair drive’s through Arby’s.  Kim is surprised – and a little argumentative – that the boy would buy her dinner.
Surprised himself, the boy asks, “Just what kind of guys do you date?”
“So this is a date?”
“Seems like it.”
They eat their Arby’s drive-through chicken finger platters and the boy brings her home.
In the drive way they awkwardly look at each other.
“I had a good time,” she concedes.
“Me too – good night, see you tomorrow.”
“Good night.”
The boy watches as the pretty girl unlocks the door and goes inside the house.
Then…
The boy moves on.
The date: September 1995

The boy and Kim become friends.  They both stay busy with work and school.  He works at a call center harassing people into buying Southwestern Bell’s “The Works” package.  She works as a front counter queen at Burger King.  They talk on the phone.  They visit at school.  They visit at each other’s houses.

One evening, sitting in the Kitchen at Kim’s house, she is flipping through a photo album.  There is a page with a glamour shot on it.  The boy looks at it and immediately his mind goes back to a orthodontist’s office, nearly a year past.  This is the same girl?  The pretty girl in the frame on the wall in the office, is the same girl sitting at the counter with him?
“When was that taken?”  The boy asks.
“After I had my braces off.  A few years ago…  The doctor gives each of his patients certificates to go to Glamour Shots after he is finished with their teeth.”
“Cool.”
The boy moves on.

Another such night, shortly thereafter, they decided to go to Wendy’s to grab some food.  After the burgers, Kim dropped the boy off in his drive way.  The two stand outside her car talking for a minute…
It doesn’t take long –
The boy moves in.

They kiss.  It lasts too long.
It’s official – the boy will not eat onions for years to come…
BUT, the boy is in love.
The date: Friday, October 13, 1995

Happy Valentine’s Day Kimberly.

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Posted by on February 14, 2012 in My Life

 

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4 responses to “Made For Each Other.

  1. andretutak

    February 15, 2012 at 5:47 am

    It was spectacular…..like a movie script “When boy meet the Girl”…….and it was so clean and pure… I love it.

     
    • drgiddy

      February 15, 2012 at 7:34 am

      Thank you!
      Remember though this is just his side of the story – she probably remembers it different…

       
  2. Kimberly Merrell-Pelletier

    February 15, 2012 at 10:31 am

    Details are different and I can’t believe you posted some of it! I am so glad I don’t have that attitude anymore- at least I don’t think so. LOL By the way, you own me and I own you now (so next time let me know that you are posting some of this stuff beforehand… okay.)

     
    • drgiddy

      February 15, 2012 at 1:09 pm

      Love of my life:

      #1. Your attitude has improved… mostly.
      #2. Details, schmetails… it was a long time ago, and your memory isn’t too sharp.
      #3. I was careful to protect yo— um, the individual that cut class from the truancy police. Though, I imagine the statute of limitations has long expired… And I did not name the onion offender.
      #4. Yes master, I apologize, and beg for your mercies – please! Do not make me scrub the toilet with my toothbrush again…

       

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