Dark Ages 10: Ed

That summer, I spent most of my time out of town. I was still going through guys at a rapid pace, but I think I was starting to get the hang of it…

I had been somewhat ambivalent about attending a family friend’s wedding, an 8-hour drive away. My young sister (age 7½) and I drove with another family friend, a grandfatherly type. I was looking forward to hanging out with the groom’s son — we had been friends as kids and I hadn’t seen him in ages — but he was off on some grand adventure and I didn’t know anyone else there and expected to be bored out of my skull.

The wedding took place at an acreage belonging to P, the bride’s sister. P was married to a younger man B, and B’s younger brother Ed was in attendance. Ed was tall and slim with long hair and looked like a musician — yum. There were a few other guys around my age, Ed’s friends or relatives I guess, I didn’t really notice them.

It was a gorgeous sunny day and, although the weather was a little cool for it, I was wearing my favorite dress — a sundress, deep red with tiny white polka dots, spaghetti straps, fitted at the waist and flaring to the hem, which ended somewhere around mid-thigh.

Somehow Ed and I started chatting, then wandered away from the house to chat some more. He mentioned that he and the guys had been trying to guess how old I was and that someone had figured me for 15. I was 19½.

I could feel the attraction. It turned out that Ed lived very close to my hotel, so we arranged to meet again that evening. My sister and I were sharing a room: I told her I was going out for a while. I met Ed in the lobby and we walked back to his place. I guess we talked for a while. Things got hot and heavy and we inevitably wound up in bed. But it ended not with a bang but a whimper: he couldn’t come so eventually we just stopped.

I found my own way back to the hotel, and by this point it was about 6:00 or so, and time to get up. I hadn’t slept at all, and tried to make up for it by snoozing on the long trip back, in the blazing sun, and my window was south-facing. Feh. I think the grandfatherly family friend was wise to the fact that I had been out all night, but at least he didn’t give me any grief about it.

Ed and I kept in touch, but the summer was just beginning…

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