Still Just Two Kids in Love
September 2, 1990
On that day, fifteen years ago, I went out on a date with a boy and my life was never the same.
We were new college freshmen.
I was still living at home temporarily.
He had just moved himself from Texas to Mississippi.
We were both 18.
Our first date was 6 days after we met. It was a double date with two friends. We went to see a movie: Aracnaphobia. We both have no idea what the movie was about.
His career plan included law enforcement and hopefully, the FBI. (Thank God that didn't stick) or becoming a rock star. (That changed too, tho not nearly as fast as the FBI thing.)
My career plan included teaching high school English and a degree in journalism.
I didn't yet have my driver's license. He taught me to drive. I hated it.
His college job was pulling parts in a car part warehouse. He worked evenings and weekends. It was hard and dirty work, but I admired his dedication and the fact that he didn't shy away from hard work.
He drove an ugly green Impala...maybe a 1984 model. It was ugly. Ugly. Ugly. It was obvious I wasn't dating him for his wheels.
One month after our first date, we started to discuss getting married.
That was fifteen years ago.
This was the first photo taken of us together...November 1990. I never noticed until tonight that I'm kinda standing behind him. I think that's somewhat indicative of our relationship. Joal's standing strong and firm and I'm sheltered a little bit by him. I think I like that.
That night started something that I'll never recover from. Nor do I ever want to.