I was just wrapping up the ending for this week’s Top 10 +1 post and as often happens with my writing. Another story spawned from what I was initially writing. There’s a classic example of A.D.D. And no offense to those who suffer from it. I am making light of myself in a humorous context by saying that.
Fall of 1984.
Here….play this song and repeat it. It will really help you through this story.
I worked for peanuts (that’s not a lot of money) at the bank and was looking for any possible way to move up the ladder. I was a check filer at the time working nights on minimum wage. The only opening that came up was for a Receptionist position at one of their subsidiaries (in the same building). I thought, “Why not?” So, I put in for it. NO, there was not a dress code requirement for dresses, smart asses.
One of my uncle’s best friends, and the same man who I dog sat for with his two Labrador’s, just happened to be one of the bank’s very powerful Vice Presidents. When he got word of me applying he went ballistic and told my uncle I could not apply for the job.
My uncle said to him, “You can talk to Mikey about that.”
Richard (the VP) called me into his very huge office and had me sit across from him at his large, intimidating desk.
He was perplexed and growled at me, “You can’t apply for this job, Mikey.”
Now, keep in mind, I absolutely loved him and his wife and their two Labs, Shasta and Bear. Btw his wife, Corinne? Best lady ever. She would tell me to just give her my grocery list of ANYTHING I wanted to eat or drink for the week while I was staying at their place. The countertops and fridge were stocked when I would get there on my first day after they left.
So I got my not-so-wise undies in a bunch and said to him, “Why not? Do I have to wear a dress?”
He said, “Careful, kiddo.” Me and my smart mouth. Ugh.
He actually read over the job requirements and looked up at me and said, “You will embarrass yourself. I don’t care what your typing skills are (which were bad ass fast). This isn’t for you.”
I didn’t blink….well, on the outside. I was shaking in my boots on the inside.
I interviewed for the job in front of three gorgeous women and was among eleven female applicants.
I got the job! Richard was not pleased. But, he got over it after he saw my high quality of work.
Me, my uncle and aunt went out to dinner that night and I told them the great news.
My aunt shouted (in a quiet restaurant), “Woo hoo, honey!”
Uncle Glen scowled at her.
Aunt Betty repeated in a low, soft voice sticking her tongue out at my uncle, “woo hoo…!”
Fast forward a year later and one of those same gals who interviewed me and hired me was my supervisor. I hated her. She was a total not nice person. But, my gawd, she was so pretty. And you had to have your act together working for her. Which I did.
Side note and an important one. Don’t think for a minute I was an innocent bystander in what you are about to read. I was just very quiet. But, my smiles and glances spoke a thousand words leading up to this to with her. I’m glad we got that straight as you read this.
So, I come in one morning and lying on my receptionist desk was a Hallmark card. I opened it up and on the outside was a picture of a female office worker implying she couldn’t concentrate. On the inside, the card’s print read in bold verbatim, “You distract me!”
In a girl’s inviting handwriting was, “You are intoxicating…”
What the heck??!!
At 5 p.m. that same day my supervisor walks by (oh, she was seven years older than me) and hands me a note on scratch paper that I immediately looked at.
It read, “Call me (with her ph# on it) and keep your mouth shut”. My jaw dropped.
She sauntered away, looked back and scowled, whispering, “Don’t mess this up.”
Ya, ooOOO….let me call my super hot, mean, supervisor. Not!
I got home that night and I’m just messing around and looked at that card again. I sat down on the couch and was flicking my thumb at the card. Thinking about what she said I thought to myself, “Oh what the heck…”
I nervously dialed her number and she answered after three rings and I said apprehensively, “This is Mike.”
She hollered into the phone, “I’ve been waiting three hours for you to call me!”
That was my hint to ask her out but I didn’t. So, she asked ME out.
Things were very aloof at the office between us after that. The following Friday night I showed up at her door, nervous as a long-tailed cat. She had told me to dress casually.
She answered the door at her house. OMG. She was wearing tight jeans and a tight white top. Her gorgeous, soft brunette hair was banana-clipped up in a ponytail. She did her eye makeup with light outlines and dark black lashes. Between the hair and the makeup that would be my Kryptonite to this day with girls.
She was also wearing tennis shoes. Huh? My mom, who I didn’t have the relationship I wanted to have with in this lifetime, had always had told me to compliment a girl on her shoes. And, I did so, “Nice….umm…tennis shoes.”
Her eyes sparkled, as she giggled looking down at her shoes, then back up at me, ”Did you get that from your mom or something?”
Do all girls have this Shoes 101 Guys Better Notice Thing?
She quickly and gently put both of her hands on my shoulders. I felt electricity run through my entire body at her touch. She kissed me on the cheek and said, ”Come in and help me pack, ok?”
Oh lordy she was taking me for one of those one-way trips to the Nevada desert.
I was mush with this mesmerizing girl the rest of the night. She had packed up an ice chest full of wine coolers, sodas, meats, cheeses, and fruits. Then she had me pack a bunch of blankets, pillows (to silence my screams in the desert as she ended me) and stuff into the back of my black B2000 Mazda truck bed. It was brand new and the most stripped down little new truck I could afford. It didn’t even have a cassette tape player.
Side note. The guy who sold me that truck was the brother of who would be my best friend ever, Timmy. Small world, huh?
So, we are all packed up and, in my mind, I’m still standing at her front door feeling her soft kiss on my cheek. I was numb to everything going on around me.
As we got into my truck of which I was ashamed of because I didn’t feel it was worthy to take her out in, she said, “So, I heard around the office you like cars?”
She cared less about the stupid truck. I will never forget that.
Me and my head spinning, replying to her, ”Yes, I do.”
Her, “Well, we are going to the drive-in to see this new movie, Back To The Future.”
It was opening night.
It was a crystal clear, unseasonably warm October night. One of the most beautiful evenings you can ever have in Reno. Both of our windows were rolled down and
I quickly glanced over to see her smiling and her beautiful, long, clipped up hair flopping in the wind. The music played over my static, worthless truck radio. Wow, way to knock her socks off, dude.
She had all her i’s dotted and t’s crossed.
As we are driving she says, “Stop at the pizza place. I have a t0-go order to pick up.”
I pulled up to the curb and she dashed in. Tennis shoes. Just odd. She trots out two minutes later with pizza and wings.
She says, “No worries, there’s no sauce on the pizza”. (I’m allergic red pizza sauce…yes, weird)
I’m STILL standing on her front porch on no-man’s land…in my mind.
And, as we driving again, she says, “Hello??? Anyone there???”
Me, “Yes, I’m here.”
Her, “I heard you can’t eat red sauce. There is no sauce on the pizza.”
Here is a relationship lesson to all of you. LISTEN and HEAR what your other half shares with you. Make notes. Whatever it takes. It’s worth it’s money in gold.
We got into the drive-in and park the Mazda. She organized everything in the bed of the truck as it was faced backwards towards the screen. Then she brought out a full on, blow up air mattress. She didn’t say a word. Not a request for me to help. Nothing. She just blew the thing up. The air mattress. I wasn’t affected. LIAR!!
So, the air mattress is set up into the back of the truck. Blankets down. The best drive-in cabana EVER. She propped my head up on pillows as the previews started on the huge screen and she opened up a wine coolers for both of us.
Now try and place your mind into listening to Gary Wright’s ‘Dream Weaver’ right now. It all goes into….slowwwww…..moooottionnn. This slightly olive-skinned, beautiful Italian girl reaches back and unclips her ponytail. She tosses her head and flings her hair side to side. Again, imagine this in slow motion as to where my mind was.
Then she smiled a look that lit up and blocked out anything else I could ever see at that moment. She leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips. Her lips were so soft. My gawd. Then she pulled back and smiled and said, “I really like you, Mike.”
I was done. Doc hadn’t even connected the cord yet (90 minutes later in the movie)…yet, it happened at that moment for me.
I’ve had The Back To Future trilogy on VHS or DVD for 25 years now and I’ve watched them many times. For those of you that have seen and hopefully remember this part of the first movie you will understand the full circle of this post. In the movie, Jennifer kisses Marty at the park bench and Huey Lewis’ ‘The Power Of Love’ music chimes in. He smiles and sees that she’s written down her phone number that says, “Call me!”
We never watched another minute of the movie that night 25 years ago. Yet we spent an amazing, wonderful 6 years together.
The Power of Love…
What was one of your best dates ever??
A link to this post also appears on Boomeresque You can go there to read other blog posts on the theme of “Travels Down Memory Lane.