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Monday, August 23, 2004 Adventures, French-Style!
Sometimes I long for the naivety that youth so often afforded me. I guess it was my severely strict upbringing that sheltered me from so much of the "worldly" things that many of my peers already knew at my age, but that naïve childlike innocence made everything an adventure! And, oh, the adventures I had! Granted, I was rebelling in a major way at this point in life. My boyfriend "Doug," a police officer, was sixteen years older and married (oh, the scandal!), but we were what we both needed at that point in our lives, and "complimented" each other's insecurities and emotional absences like perfect pieces of a puzzle. Sure, I had to endure his friends hitting on me all the time (I guess they assumed if I would date one married man, why not another?) but, finally, after several months together, it became obvious to everyone who knew us that Doug and I were inseparable, and what we had was "real" for us at that point in time. When a new officer transferred into Doug's district, he made it very clear that he was interested. I thought I made it perfectly clear that I wasn't. But, "Mac" wasn't giving up so easily, it seemed. He showed up where I worked practically every day, appeared seemingly out of nowhere when I would be driving home, or shopping, or whatever. He called my house at all hours. He was nothing, if not persistent. Doug told me I should feel flattered, and just wait until he gave up. I just felt uncomfortable because we all spent a lot of time "hanging-out" in the same social circles. One day, Mac told me that he had been telling his wife Marilyn all about me, and that she was eager to meet me. I didn't know how to react. I told Doug this latest revelation. He said I shouldn't be too concerned, but if I did agree to meet her, make sure it was in a public place. Oh, Great! Is this woman going to attack me for something I haven't even done with her husband? I thought nothing more about it until I received a telephone call from Marilyn herself, inviting me to meet her for a drink. She wanted to get to know me because Mac was always talking about "what a great gal" I was. The phone call took me by such surprise that I heard myself agreeing to meet her the next evening for drinks at a local bar, even though I wasn't even of legal drinking age. Admittedly, Doug had a warped sense of humor and found all of this hilariously funny, especially my increasing anxiety over whether I was walking into a meeting that could end in . . . I didn't even want to think of the possibilities. Although I didn't know it at the time, Doug had arranged for two of his friends to be at the bar for 'back-up' for me in case anything got out of hand. I arrived at the bar a little early but, when the hostess asked if I was meeting someone, and I said yes, she asked my name and showed me to a table. A woman was already sitting there. Awkward cannot even begin to describe how I was feeling, but Marilyn seemed quite cordial, even downright friendly, from the moment I arrived. I sat down and immediately ordered a drink -- a white Russian -- and waited for her to speak. She started off with idle chitchat, as if we were two girlfriends just catching up after not seeing each other in quite a while, instead of two women who had never even met before. She "seemed" harmless enough, but there was a gnawing uneasiness in my stomach, and I downed the drink and quickly ordered another. She began by telling me how much Mac was "smitten" with me, and how she wanted to meet the girl who had caused her husband to become so infatuated. Before I could defend myself, she told me not to worry, that she could see why Mac was so attracted to me. And, that the reason for asking to meet me was that she had a "favor" to ask of me. "Oh, waitress, another drink, please - and, make this one a double!" It seems that Mac was having a birthday soon and, when she had asked him what he wanted for his birthday, he had said he wanted -- ME! So, being the loving wife she was, Marilyn decided to give him what he wanted. Her only question was whether I preferred her to only watch, or would I mind if she joined in? Once I had picked my jaw up off of the floor, and ordered yet another drink, "double, if you please," I was still speechless as to how to answer such a question. Finally, my vocal chords began to work again, and I looked this woman straight in the eye and said, "You'll have to find something else for your husband for his birthday. I'm not interested. Thanks for the drinks." Just then, the waitress arrived with my latest drink order. I snatched the glass from her tray before she could sit it down and slammed it in one gulp. I stood up, feeling stone cold sober, walked out of the bar and to my car. I drove straight home and went straight to bed. Needless to say, Doug and I did NOT attend Mac's birthday party. We did hear that there was "paid" entertainment that stayed throughout the night. Luckily, I only encountered Marilyn on two other occasions after that night and, both times, were when Doug and I were together. Okay, at nineteen I may not have been a saint - but I wasn't that much of a sinner, either! Originally published Wednesday March 26, 2003 (bw) 2003 © Copyrighted Materials - All Rights Reserved. Susan Reno-Gilliland A Southern Belle's Life # posted by Kitty : 5:28 PM
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