Nostalgia Keeps Popping Up and Kicking My Ass  

rm_Elysia2005 44F
512 posts
9/29/2005 8:43 pm

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Nostalgia Keeps Popping Up and Kicking My Ass

It happens in the most interesting, and obscure, ways.

I drove back from Dallas Monday night, left there around 9. (My mom in law and kids think I left at 7:30; they don't know I treated myself to Chili's before I headed out of town, and OH the cute young waiter!!! *sigh* I wish...) The drive took me the usual 4-5 hours instead of a protracted 22, thank goodness. Still, it meant I was driving in the middle of the night. Around midnight or so, I stopped at a truck stop/ gas station for gas and a potty break. On the way back from the restroom, I saw a display of cast iron cars, bigger than Hot Wheels - more like model cars, really, except already assembled and everything. And among them, several midnight blue Chevelles.

Just like the one Jack used to drive, and still owns. His, I think, may have been a shade or two lighter, but still... The memories.

Jack was a car guy, though anyone would be remiss to mistake him for a mere gearhead (this, remember, is the guy who called me to witness sunsets). And I owned a beautiful black 69 Mustang Fastback. I knew very little about the machanics of cars, but I knew what I liked and what looked gorgeous, and Jack's car definitely fit the bill. More than that, though, he really appreciated mine. I think I still have a note I found tucked under my windshield wiper one day: "Looking better every day, isn't she?" (Good Lord, he's gonna read this and think I'm an obsessive psycho-stalker...)

It's funny. Until I started talking to him again, some of these sweeter memories remained buried just below the surface. We've had some really interesting talks of late. Damn, where was he when I was marrying an idiot ten years ago? *sigh*

And forearms. He has them great forearms. In fact, he may well be the man who gave me a taste for those.

I gotta go back to that gas station and buy me that Chevelle.


10/1/2005 4:52 pm

Watch what degree you seek,LCSW lets you hang your own shingle in many states but MA in psyc can better prepare you to help others.PHOTO IS GREAT ENJOYMENT FOR DIRTY OLD MAN.

rm_Elysia2005 44F
412 posts
10/2/2005 8:58 pm

LOL Thanks, but I don't give a damn about hanging out my own shingle. Private practice doesn't interest me at all, I want to work in social service and/or policy and advocacy... Trust me, I am MUCH more a social worker than a psychologist.

rm_LustUrLabia 53M

10/6/2005 7:02 pm

...Thinking that was the Love's in Fairfield?
Have many stories to tell you about my Air Force Days.. and my friend's midnight blue Chevelle.

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