I messed up, the theme for yesterday was suppose to be for today, and this was for yesterday. All this love talk has me going I guess. I’ll probably skip some of these during the challenge because I wouldn’t have anything to write, not all of them apply to me. I can talk about the first time I fell in love though.
My parents had just dropped me off at Lincoln University, I was 18 ready to tackle this new environment and world on my own. I was nervous and excited at the same time, I remember it like it was yesterday. I was coming from the financial aid office and I saw a young man with his parents, and he noticed me. We exchanged looks as to say, we’ll find each other later.
Sure enough, that evening at the student union, we ran into each other. He was with his cousin and another guy, so he had to play like I was just another girl, you know how young men are. I was mingling, trying to hang with my new roommate, but also running into people from my hometown that I went to high school with. I noticed that he broke away from his boys and made his way toward me, I knew he would come looking for me. I was so nervous, but looking cute I must admit. He introduced himself to me and I told him my name. We started talking, what our major was, who our roommates were, what city we were from and about our families. We had a lot in common, oldest children of our parents who both had second marriages, older siblings almost old enough to be our parents. He was from Columbia, MO which is literally half way between St Louis and Kansas City, a college town. We spent the rest of the evening at the student union talking, then finally it was late and we went to our dorms.
That was Friday night and I didn’t see him until that following Monday, what was going on? Now remember, this is 1980, many years before pagers, cell phones or the internet. He went home that weekend, which was a 30 minute drive from campus. You know I had an 18 year old attitude, thought he was playing or dissing me. After his explanation, I was kind of ok, felt he could have came by the dorm and told me he was going home for the weekend. Anyway, he was sweet, kind, loved music like me and knew how to do the Kansas City two step! Yep, he was entering my heart and the boy could kiss!
Our relationship grew, I started going home with him on occasion weekends to hang out with his family and we had a ball. He had a sister 3 years younger than us and we all had a good time. He came to Kansas City to meet my family and he clicked with my family as well. I loved me some him, sure did. This was the beginning of my first love affair, elation, joy, sensuality, arguments, disappointments and heart break. I wouldn’t change it at all, not one moment.
This is one of my favorite jams by Toni Braxton and describes how we can love a man.