Thinking, Thinking...
Oh, the pressure!
Let's see, what can I write about in the five minutes that I can spare right now? Hmmm...
Ok here's something quick(don't want to disobey, you know)...
Remember that park next to our apartment complex? I guess it wasn't actually much of a park, just a green strip of land filled with those massive power lines that were probably giving us cancer.
Anyway, I remember that Andy and I, when dating, used to take our baseball gloves over there quite frequently to play catch. It started as somewhat of a novelty, as Andy had never before met a girl who could throw and catch a ball nearly as well as he could. As our relationship grew more serious, however, and we continued to strive to be good little boys and girls, we began to need those games of catch as a way to burn off, how shall we say delicately, the excess tension that tends to build up in those types of situations.
You've never seen a simple game of catch played with such intensity. We would throw until we were completely spent, and then return to the apartment much more able to handle ourselves.
Did you ever wonder about all those games of catch, Sheila? Or did you even notice, as you were so busy trying to keep the same tension from building up too much between you and your man? You guys dated FOREVER (almost as long as Alison and her eventual husband); what did you, either of you, do to help keep yourselves in check? I suppose that question presumes that you DID "keep yourselves in check," which is not necessarily the case. So, I officially rescind that particular question (unless you choose to answer it) and instead open the topic up for general discussion.
posted by Montana Sherry C @ 6:23 PM
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We did. The second time I went to Japan, this time to teach, Paul came to visit. We had been hashing out our relationship through letters (only took a week to arrive!) and incredibly expensive phone calls. This was pre e-mail. Purity was of concern for both of us. I committed to telling my high school English teacher if anything inappropriate happened and he to his brother. The thought of calling up Miss Somerville, "Hi, um Paul and I were feeling a little affectionate..." or Paul telling his brother helped me get clarity whenever things got a little fuzzy.
Our whole relationship was a tough gig and I really wouldn't advise it on so many levels. We talk about when our kids are 24, 25 and they start dating. This is accepted because they don't know any better. :)
Good job on writing, Sherry. That's a gold star for you. Sheila is coasting towards a demerit. And such a nice girl.
Soon I will have my own blog and will stop harrassing the twos of you.
You know, I never really knew about the catch sessions. I probably thought you were doing something else . . . :) And yes, keeping such things on the safe side of the line we drew for ourselves was tough at times, but once we lived in our horrible apartment, we were never alone. Then it wasn't so difficult. We usually hung out with Karleen - we had to beg her for two weeks to hang out with us that first time, and then it was always all of us doing stuff. It was actually a great blessing because we weren't thinking, "Can't have sex tonight, must wait . . " because you just don't think those thoughts when you are hanging out in a sad apartment with your friends, knowing that there are at least three kinds of mold growing in the refridgerator, that the roaches are waiting for darkness so they can look for crumbs, and that there are untold scary things in Lois's bedroom. It's just not sexy, you know? Well, it was that and trying to pass my upper level math classes. That took all my brainpower right there.
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