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You ONLY get one great love in your life?  

leefury7 73M
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12/5/2021 5:21 am

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12/8/2021 7:21 am

You ONLY get one great love in your life?

I read recently in a profile status the comment that you only get one great woman in your life (time). I have pondered that reality. Unfortunately it smacks of truth, at least in my experience. It was my first year of college. My brother was away serving in the Navy and he sort of assigned his fiancees keeping into my hands. She was still in high school. Very mature girl who had moved here to the states from Europe with her parents. It was with her, one summer night, that we stopped over at one of her girl friends houses, Fran. Fran was a tall, buxom Norwegian descent young lady who parents were super cool. It was while we were there sharing lemonade on their greenhouse front porch when the in walked another schoolmate, Maria. Maria was about my height, beautiful satiny brunette hair, quite HWP and from the onset, a vibrant and boisterous fire cracker. But she wasn't the one who stole my heart that night. It was her older sister who stole in behind her, quiet and unassuming.

Sylvia was not even five foot tall. Skinny legs, small breasted**, quiet demur. For me it was love at first sight. We dated for two years before I dropped out of college so that we could afford to get married. That was in '69 when the war was raging in the rice paddies halfway around the world. It was also the time when the draft was still in full effect and you guessed it, I got my GREETINGS letter from Uncle Sam. As mentioned, my brother had been in the Navy and hearing his stories, I decidedly didn't want to join it. Also, with the war, I didn't want to join the Army so I tested for and got assigned to the Air Force. I love planes to begin with so it was a win/win, or so I thought. My recruiter sold me a bill of goods saying that once I completed basic training I could apply to become a pilot. Another BS recruiter story. Also, instead of two years with the Army, my time served would be four years instead. And for the first three years, Syl and I maintained our relationship until finally making rank, I called her on the phone to say we could now get married as on base housing would be offered. Yep, you guessed it. That was when I was told she wanted her freedom. I guess I am to blame for that. I was paying for her to continue her college. And it was there she had met the man she would later marry before I even got out of the service.

All this to say, yes, perhaps we do only get one true love of our lives. I remember in a Star Trek episode Gianan counseling young Wesley after he had had his heart broken, conceding, I will never love anyone like her again. Gianan the told him that it was true, he would never love someone like that again because each experience/person is unique. That synopsis sort of settled on me. Have there been women since then to equal my love for Syl. No. She and I had kindrid spirits that will never be found again. But that doesn't mean that I haven't had true feelings for another. I have and still do. However, sadly, not the woman I married on rebound.

I am in my seventh decade now so any hope of finding another special someone is a dangerous hope, as Red rightly warned Andy in Shawshank Redemption. Hope CAN drive a man insane. Hope in a Hollywood outplay where Syl and I meet up again after all the years and rekindle what we once had and live happily ever after. The hope of finding just that one woman who, together, we were able to steal moments together with to huddle in the shelter as the bombs of life continued to rain down on us. Dangerous, vain hopes. Yet what is life without hope? Vanity of vanities. Dream Dream Dream. Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream.


**One of the nicknames I gave her was TB. Tee Bee. It originally stood for Tiny Boobs but as years passed it also stood for Two Bellies. All in good fun. Another endearing nickname was SS which many of my male companions called her. i.e. Short Sh*t. And if we had married, that would have become her initials as well.

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