For some reason, maybe it was Sue's blog or the approach of Memorial Day weekend but I got to thinking about the summer boyfriend I had when I was in high school/college. I don't even know that I can call him a 'summer' boyfriend because we were only up on the Cape for 2 or 3 weeks at a time. My sister, her friend and I came upon these boys skin boarding in the low tide pools on the beach. Giggling ensued and somehow, we ended up all walking out on the Sesuit side of the jetty. The boys showed off by jumping off the jetty into the harbor side (not legal or safe) and eventually since they thought we were ignoring them, they started to walk off away from the beach. I had no idea why so I asked them why they were leaving. The one, E, told me that he thought we were ignoring them so they decided to go. I countered with "No we weren't." I know, witty and sexy, thank you 8 years of all girls private schooling. S0 we started talking and I asked if he wanted to come by that night and hang out. He was a couple years older than me and could drive (score!) and most important to me, he lived on the Cape. It FASCINATED me that he could do that. It was a dream to me. To him, it was just a dull place to live. Anyway, he came over that night and we hung out at my house, then we went to Scargo Tower, which overlooks Scargo Lake. We talked and then out of the blue, he leaned in and he kissed me. At the top of the tower, over looking the lake. It was the best kiss I have ever had in my life, gentle and sweet but with heat. None of the fumbling like other guys I had kissed before. It was the most romantic moment so far in life and ranks up there with the top 3 still. I have never taken P there, nor any other boyfriend that came with me to the Cape.
Over the years when I would go back to the Cape, we would some how fall back in touch either by him swinging by the house when he thought we might be up there or my me, in my bolder days, calling his house. From 1989-I think 1993 we would get together at least once, even if I had a boyfriend at the time (yes I am horrible, whatever). If we had more time together, we would go jumping off bridges into the tidal rivers, walk, make out in on the beach.
When I started dating B, the guy I actually thought I was going to marry, I didn't see E, didn't even look for him though he was in the back of my mind. Since B and I dated through 1997, it has been 15 years since I saw E. I still think about him though. I think from checking the phone book at one point and the internet later, he got married but still lives on the Cape. I do know he doesn't work at the farm stand anymore. I did have a picture at one point of him and he had bracelets I made out of thin climbing rope (the kind you get at REI or EMS) that he really liked but that's it. There are no love letters, no cutesy pictures. All I've got are the memories and for some reason, that is more romantic to me than anything on paper.
There was some hilarity that ensued one night, ask me about "The Bells" later. It's a family joke now all at my expense.