OK, so maybe Mr. Tall may need further explanation. Some of you may be thinking that I am some sort of (gasp) whore to be having a lovah in high school. This post may not change that thinking.
I met him during my junior year in high school. I was new to the school---what a cliche. We had Chemistry class together. During Chemistry, we would break for lunch and then have a study period--all within the same class. Study period meant free time. I always did my other class' homework during this time. One day I discovered Mr. Tall had the same Algebra teacher that I did. Being ballsy as I was, I erased all my worksheet answers, played dumb and asked for his help. Playing dumb was my only choice, why? I have no clue, but it worked. He didn't have enough time to teach me so we exchanged numbers. That Sunday he called me. We spoke on the phone for hours about everything but Algebra. Then he confessed that he knew I erased the answers. The eraser was not that strong. I could have learned my game playing lesson then. He asked me if I wanted to ride with him to school the next morning. We lived close to each other (approx: 3 minutes. Future meetings would be timed to the minute) I said, "yes". I didn't have a car, yet. My chariot to school, showed up every day of the week. Each day he would show up a bit earlier than the next. My parents left work early and my brother always caught a ride with my mother. They didn't care how I was getting to and from school. Those were the good days, when kids could roam freely and parents needn't worry about their latch-key kids.
One day he showed up, half an hour earlier. What else were we to do but kiss. A lot. So, it began. I think we got away with that for a couple of months. Then one day, while we were kissing and heavy petting in the morning hours (because this also happened during Oprah when he brought me home after school) my mom busted us! She so did this on the one day that we were so engrossed, it was 8:30 and we never heard her come in (our garage opener was loud). Her only question was who the hell was this boy and why weren't we in school. The car ride was silent that day and I found a new way of transportation to school, by way of my mother's car, an hour before school started. I got a lot of library time in those days.
Mr. Tall and I's kissing rounds were on hiatus.
Then Spring Break came around. I went out of town but was back by end of the week. I learned Mr. Tall had called a lot while I was gone. Later, I smartened up and knew he was bored. He called me on the Friday to see what was up and to know if my mom was home. Nope. He picked me up, we went to Sonic (my first time), and then his house. A whole afternoon of kissing was not going to suffice, teenage needs to fulfill curiosity. We did the deed. I know! Shameful, I was a junior in high school. He was not my first, thank God because I would need some therapy if he was.
That day started the affair. He knew he could get what he wanted from me. He was tall, blonde, blue eyed--what could I do?!?
I did Mr. Tall, on the down low for the next year. I lied to my friends and he did the same, so we could sneak each other in during our off campus senior lunches. Our friends caught on.
We then graduated. I went to UT-Austin. He went to Tech.
Holiday breaks, summer time, and the occasional coordinated home visits let us get down and dirty with each other. He was a familiar face and body. I knew him well and vice versa. We had our inside jokes and he knows things about me that no one else does, even to this day.
I guess it was wrong for me to say we weren't friends.
Then his family moved to Dallas: Hiatus #2.
So we spoke on the phone and made plans to see each other, soon. Soon never came and the phone calls died out completely.
Then one day in the middle of the night, while Ex-Who-Found-God slept next to me, my phone rang. It was him and his family moved back to San Antonio. I quickly hung up, he was obviously drunk and I couldn't risk the Ex to find this out. I hardly slept that night.
The next day we resumed where we left off. That continued for the next year. Yes, I was still dating the Ex (who cares, now) and he had a girlfriend (I didn't care). All I knew was we kept doing this, despite our situations and there was a reason for that. Amazing how cheaters defend their actions. Oh, well.
Then he moved to Dallas and that's where you are all caught up.
I was sad that there was never a "good-bye" lay for closure. I always wonder what would have happened if we had seriously dated. Each time I think about it, the memory brings tears and my heart sighs.
I guess that's life and I'm glad to have the memories. Certain places, sayings, and instances remind me of him all the time. I know for each memory I have of him; that he too has the memories.