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STUPID IN LOVE memories for (me!) sandra, tvgp

i asked one of my young co-worker friends recently,  -she is 18 i believe,  "have you been stupid in love yet?   i mean, like..   stooopid.  "    -and i could tell write away from her expression, she has not.

-yet.

but for all of us who have been, that's all you have to say:  stupid in love.   and that is short cut to..

things like:   collecting/keeping things like..   oh, your library card... i want that.  oh, a lock of hair...   oh!   a picture of you from when you were younger..

and, not only did i receive and read and enjoy his love letters to me, but...   i memorized them!  word for word..   i could recite them even when the letter itself was at home, and i was somewhere else.

and, i'm glad i have this one picture, because..   that's (me!) on the recliner at my grandparents home in san diego, and my paternal grandfather on the couch... but the thing i want to point out, is on the table next to me...   the colorful, towel-textured fabric

that is Michael Jackson's  -robe.     yes,



the singular thing that puts the stupid in this love, the true symbol and qualification..     i carried that robe around like a toddler carries a blankie..

his scent.   it was on it.   i wouldn't wash it...

  -k.   I'm laughing write now, as i write this from age 51, but..

i was not laughing then.  i was madly, completely, utterly, crazy and stupid in love.

and that was his real name:    Michael Jackson.   my first true love.    /not to be confused with my first boyfriend, that was steve shaw

but my first true love:



and see how this cerebral hyperlink to my stupid love got triggered.    the cover of this vendor magazine that crossed my path..   see the resemblance...





Michael Jackson was GORGEOUS!  SEXY!    who would not go under his spell

and i went back recently, to the bus stop where we first met in Hayward.   only the bus stop is no longer there.   it sat on calaroga avenue, in front of medical offices, near saint rose hospital.  

i was alone waiting for the bus...     because, in this regard, i was a responsible teenager..  probably getting myself back and forth to a part time job, or other parents house,  i don't remember where i was headed

i only remember..

a tan, very good looking male with red short and no shirt went jogging by...


                                  hmmmmmmmm

and then,

after he passed me by, and we never made eye contact...   to my memory, he was looking ahead the way runners do, and i was looking out, waiting for the bus..

but..

i did notice him.  i mean, ...

and,

then, next thing i know, he started running backwards and passed me by again, and then forward, and then into the bus stop with me..

and he was gorgeous, and friendly, and easy to talk to...    and,

i have a feeling my friend sue-sue has even better memories than my own...   she saw me go under his spell..

but, i just remember then finding out he lived near mt. eden high school, and i met his family and friends, and learned he was pretty fresh out of the marines..

and,

i was 15 years old, and he was...    22 or 23...

so obviously did not fly well with my parents...  who had by this time, already learned they gave birth to a very willful human being

so,

we dated, and we..

and he was my first, as the euphemistic expression goes...  

and i have funny stories about that, which i will link** at a later date.


i have to get to work..  and i sure wish, rather than calling in sick, i could call in  -inspired

and just keep writing,

but..

tbc.







**   later date:

     -from an unpublished/draft of a post from 10/24/2007:

posted by SHE @ 10:04 AM