You know I mentioned this wonderful lady I had dated for seven months last year in the first blog I wrote here . Yes, she was the most amazing lady I had ever met, and fell in love with. Someone who I totally wasn’t use to, but still set me on fire.
She were quite my opposite. She being a little over weight, but I soon realized there were more to her then just her weight. Weight quickly became a small matter.. I remember thinking to myself just how shallow I had been not looking at the total person. I had never gazed upon a woman with such beauty and personality, and no more will I ever be so shallow.
I had recently divorced a very beautiful young woman three years back, and she too had a great personality also, but not like the woman I was now with.. My ex-wife was 50 lbs lighter, 6“ taller, and 27 years younger. She could have been a model, but Lori was altogether different. She was truly the complete package.
She was well off, and lived in a big beautiful home. When I say big, I mean big, but that meant little to me I was not a gold digger. Her family and friends were amazing, and I soon fell in love with them all especially her parents. Lori’s youngest sister was especially nice, and a very attractive lady. Hollywood had nothing on her. She could easily pass for a star. Her husband, a stockbroker, and I became very good friends. A quite man with a dry sense of humor, but with a sense of adventure, and also multi-talented like me.. He had a a hobby in his large garage of fabricating things out of metal, and he, and I spent many hours together welding things together.
Lori had a collection of old Shelby Mustang cars. A completely restored 1966 Mustang GT 350, and a 1968 Mustang GT 500 convertible which we took to car shows.
Each Summer she went to Europe on vacation. Last July, 2007 I saw her off at the airport. She was flying to the Slovak Republic in central Europe where she was to spend two weeks with friends, and visit ancient castles , and other tourist places.
That gave me time to be away from her, and set me to thinking what I had known all along… She needed time to heal, and I could never help her. She needed more time.
I had met Lori in November of 2006. Her and I talked on Yahoo IM using our web cams. It wasn’t until I later learned she belonged to a car club, and was interested in old cars, and also sponsored a sprint car that raced every other week at my local race track that I told her about my racing I use to do, and I at times went to the races.
She told me she came up and attended the sprint races, and said “wouldn’t it be great if we could meet there?” By then I had become very interested in her, and told her I would be there that night, but when the day come I couldn’t bring myself to go.
The next day she emailed me, and told me she had looked for me, but didn’t find me. I emailed her back, and apologized to her, telling her I couldn’t bring myself to meet her at the time.. I was scared.
March, 2007 came, and I told her I was going to attend the car show that was being held here in Roseburg. She told me she was going to come, and to make sure I was there this time. I told her I would this time.
When I met her, she knocked my socks off. She was absolutely gorgeous with a great personality.. Whoa!! We had a great day together, and at the end, I gave her a big hug.. After that it was history.. We spent the Spring, and Summer together. I was in heaven.
Late July, 2007. Lori just returned from Europe. I didn’t meet her at the airport. She was disappointed, but I had made up my mind. She needed time to heal. I tried to stay away, but in early August that I was down at her home helping her pack. She had just sold her home, and had bought a home 20 miles South. A beautiful home in a great upper middle-class neighbor hood.
There was a lot not of times when she would pickup something and burst out crying. I would rush over and hold her asking her what was wrong? She would sob in my arms, and tell me it brought back her late husbands memories.
I would tell Lori, that she had to get over it, and move on. Her late husband, Marty, would want her to, and she agreed, but it was hard on her, and especially on me. Oh my!! Was it ever. I felt at times I was competing wit a ghost.
That’s what got me to thinking when she was in Europe.. There were many, many times when I held her in my arms while she sobbed over Marty. Marty was only 49 years old, and successful when his helicopter went down in Italy, and he was killed. A tremendous loss. A great human being, and can never be replaced.
I didn’t go back or try to keep in touch with Lori after I helped her move in.. It was just too hard. It wasn’t until a we4k later when Lori called me, and asked “What’s wrong? Why Haven’t you called, or come down?” She wanted to know what was going on, and me being the guy I was told her how I felt, and that was I couldn’t bear her pain over Marty no more. And told her she needed grief counseling. She agreed, but the Labor day was next Saturday, and she told me she would like for me to go over to the coast with her for the holiday, and we could talk it over there... I agreed,
Friday night I drove down to where she lived. She had just traded in her Cadillac Escalade for a new one, and was excited about it. It was a difficult choice for her to make as I had attended a car dealership with her to look over new Escalades with her several weeks prior. She fell in love with the diamond white SUV, but I thought the price was too much. She had written out a check for almost $58,000.00 dollars, and the bad part of it (I thought) was that she didn’t use her 3 year old Escalade as a trade in. Instead she gave it to her son!! OMG!
When we were over at the coast t that Labor day week-end we talked a lot, but I couldn’t say to her what I wanted… We walked the beach together hand in hand until way after dark. It was a magical time, and I couldn’t bring myself to say what I wanted to.. She never questioned me either. We just enjoyed the moments together.
When we got back to her home late Monday, I decided to set down with her, and explain my feelings. She didn’t take them too well when I told her I felt we both must move on. I soon left with a lot of sadness in my heart.
A few says later she called me up, and told me she had bought a couple of tickets for the Britt concert, and wanted me to come. There was two things that worked against me. First I didn’t wish to get next to her anymore, and second the artist that was playing that night was Vince Gill.. I wasn’t any big country fan, and hardly knew who Vince Gill was, but I gave in, and told her I would be there .
As we sat in the amphitheater together, it wasn’t like it used to be. We were now more friends then lovers. That somehow disturbed me. I didn’t know exactly how to handle it.
To be continued..
Copy & paste to friend: (Click inside box; Ctrl + C to copy; Ctrl + V to paste)
|
|
read more blogs!
|