Friday, July 4, 2008

My Love Affair With the Ladies - Part 1

I've always had a thing for the opposite sex. I don't know why and I don't try to explain it - it's just there.
My story is perhaps a bit unusual, but it's mine and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

I remember my first girlfriend well. I was 3. Marianne Kramer was her name. We lived on the same street, so we had something in common right off the bat. Well, she was 3, too. She lived at the other end of the street and I can remember walking down there with my mom, playing at their house and then walking back home. Sometimes, we'd walk down the street together hand in hand. I don't think we said much - I certainly wasn't much of a talker in those days, as you'll see.
The next girl that I remember in my life was in fact a real lady and she was my first grade teacher - Mrs. Normoyle. Wow, what a looker! She was native American and I thought she was pretty exotic. She had long straight black hair and a pretty smile - quite unlike anyone I'd ever seen before and I was soon captivated. Even though I was a good student I can recall having 'problems' that needed her attention as often as I could create such 'problems'. As she would talk to me I would simply be happy to have her near me for the moment. I don't remember much else about grade one.
In grade three, cupid struck again, this time sending me a fair-haired maiden by the name of Kelly Farrell. I found myself being paired with her quite often for activities and walks, and a little hand-holding ensued. I remember going to her birthday party and feeling quite out of place. We shared a love of music and I can remember my first foible as a young gentleman - a challenge. We were both a little competitive and each of us thought we knew more music than the other, so we took it upon ourselves to write down as many song titles as we knew at the time. I believe I got to about 118 and won the competition, but I also remember a distance opening up between us. And, sadly, I can still feel that my ungentlemanly ego is what got in the way.
As a shy little boy I didn't really socialize too much with that many of the other kids. I preferred to have a friend or two at a time or just watch the girls. I watched them jump rope so much that I was one of the only boys invited to join in. I felt a little special, somewhat honoured and definitely sneaky about using my simple charms on the girls.

3 comments:

morninggruel said...

I never went through the 'I hate girls!' phase as a kid. I always loved them. ALWAYS.

Hooray for the ladies!

Frank said...

Steve Birce? Its been a long, long time. Its over 20 years. Shows you how small the world is, eh?

I'm still in Ottawa, still eating animals (sorry) and working for the City. I live close to Carlingwood Mall - right across the street from Paul Gasperetti.

My folks still live on Hopkins and I occassionally drive through Moncton area. Its changed. And stayed the same. Cheers.

Matt Kavanagh

Allat said...

Hey Matt,

Great to hear from you!!
I was hoping to respond to you directly, but it won't let me see your profile . . . Frank???

Fire me an email - I was looking for you through classmates.com a while ago and have some some of the 'gang' from the ooooold days.

All the best,

Steve