First true love...besides chocolate...

Well since none of you posted shit yesterday I was bored out of my head. That prompted me to check my stat counter. I noticed that I had a hit from Crestview, FL. What is interesting to me about this is at one time I lived very near Crestview. My first true love lived nearby in Niceville, FL. No, I swear I'm not making that town name up.

I was in seventh grade when we moved to Florida. We didn't leave until the first half of ninth grade. That was the longest I had ever stayed in one place, so I considered that home. Out of all the places I lived, it still remains one of my favorite.

I was a social girl with a very impressionable mind. I met some Rainbow Girls...I'm a little fuzzy on how. The Rainbow Girls are a young version of the Eastern Star group. The Eastern Star group is the female counterpart to the Masons. It's like a do gooder gang of sorts. You have to be related to a Mason or be a Daughter of the American Revolution to get in. That's pretty much all I can tell you because I don't remember a whole lot and because I wouldn't want to betray any of their secrets.

The counterpart to the Rainbow Girls is the DeMolay. We had formals and gatherings and such. We participated in the community and tried to spread some good. It was a lot of fun minus the panty hose in the humid summer months. Yes....there was a very strict dress code.

Well...I swear I'm getting to the point here...

I met several young men through DeMolay. My mom practically tried to marry me off to her favorite one, but atlas my eyes were set on the oddball one. His name was Judd. He was not the most well liked DeMolay, but he fascinated me. He ran track, was heavily involved in drama, and was very sweet. He resisted my charms at first which frustrated the hell out of me. Eventually we started dating. He has a wonderful family, the kind I always wished for. I could call his mother up today and she would welcome me.

Life was very difficult for me during this time. My mom was worse than ever. She got arrested one night and there was no where for me to go. His family took me in and made me feel loved. His mom had bought a ton of peaches off the side of the road. Judd and I spent the whole night peeling peaches and flipping the skins all over each other. I was happy, therefore it was about to end. He knew it too.

My mom shipped me off to live with my dad in Albuquerque,NM while she sobered up. Judd wrote me and I pined away for him. I wrote my name with his last name and all that other girl crap we do when we are head over heels in love. Eventually, he and I corresponded less and less, until we were no more.

So what ever became of my Judd? When I was in my early twenties I called him. It was like we never stopped talking. He has changed in years, but not in his heart. He was thinking of going to a seminary the last time I talked to him. It's a good thing we broke up because as we all know I'm going to hell. Seriously though, I started to look him up and had some difficulty. I think he has become a very popular Baptist singer. I miss talking to him. I wonder if he knows how much I needed him and his family in my life and how much I appreciated them.

Looking back now I remember the little things...learning to slow dance, him offering me punch...he was always the perfect gentleman. He was a kind, gentle soul. Men whose names start with "J" are bad for me. I tend to have very fiery relationships that burn strong and hard, but don't last. Even friendships with "J's" are not good for me. Lucky for me Judd's real name is Michael. No, I'm not kidding. If there was ever a boyfriend that you could break up with and remain friends with...this is the guy.

That little stat made me think of all that. Judd if that was you...don't hesitate to talk to me, I'd love to hear from you. If not that's o.k too, maybe I should try harder to find his number. Where ever you may be...here's to you Judd.:)