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Friday, January 27, 2006
She remains forever young
I had not yet turned 40 and had been separated for only a few weeks. The furthest thing from my mind was dating; I was still contemplating reconciliation. But there she was, a next-door neighbor of my wife’s best friend.
She looked to me to be in her mid 20’s. Blonde, athletic, great shape and very pretty face. She was somewhat timid but friendly. I was comfortable with her because she was nice to talk you and the thought of going out with her didn’t even cross my mind. But then, during the conversation, she mentioned a movie she wanted to see and my wife’s best friend said to her: “Why don’t you go to the movies with Victor?” We were both put on the spot and neither one said no.
So, I had my first date in over 20 years.
The evening was not very eventful. We saw the movie. I drove her home. I was pleased the night was over. I wasn’t sure this date was a good idea because like a moron I was still thinking reconciliation was possible, totally ignoring the obvious that if my wife’s best friend was pushing me to date, the writing on the wall was plain and clear.
Eventually I saw this girl a couple more times. I learned that she was only 20. At first that didn’t faze me too much -- the idea of word getting around I was dating a 20-year-old girl was good for my ego. But reality stroke big time one day when we were sitting by the pool. I asked what her last name was and she said “Zimmerman”. I said: “Oh, that’s Bob Dylan’s real last name.” She said: “Who’s Bob Dylan?” Ouch!
Well, I didn’t see her after that. I eventually decided to take dating a little more serious -- I moved up to the 25 years old group.
But, I have to confess; sometimes when I hear a Bob Dylan song I remember her sitting by the pool in her bikini and regret that I let her youth bother me. And the hardest part is that in my memory she's forever young – and I’m not.
She looked to me to be in her mid 20’s. Blonde, athletic, great shape and very pretty face. She was somewhat timid but friendly. I was comfortable with her because she was nice to talk you and the thought of going out with her didn’t even cross my mind. But then, during the conversation, she mentioned a movie she wanted to see and my wife’s best friend said to her: “Why don’t you go to the movies with Victor?” We were both put on the spot and neither one said no.
So, I had my first date in over 20 years.
The evening was not very eventful. We saw the movie. I drove her home. I was pleased the night was over. I wasn’t sure this date was a good idea because like a moron I was still thinking reconciliation was possible, totally ignoring the obvious that if my wife’s best friend was pushing me to date, the writing on the wall was plain and clear.
Eventually I saw this girl a couple more times. I learned that she was only 20. At first that didn’t faze me too much -- the idea of word getting around I was dating a 20-year-old girl was good for my ego. But reality stroke big time one day when we were sitting by the pool. I asked what her last name was and she said “Zimmerman”. I said: “Oh, that’s Bob Dylan’s real last name.” She said: “Who’s Bob Dylan?” Ouch!
Well, I didn’t see her after that. I eventually decided to take dating a little more serious -- I moved up to the 25 years old group.
But, I have to confess; sometimes when I hear a Bob Dylan song I remember her sitting by the pool in her bikini and regret that I let her youth bother me. And the hardest part is that in my memory she's forever young – and I’m not.
