Back to my love life.......

I have been trying to decide who I want to write about next. After Shawn, my next big romance was with a boy named John, but John kind of came as a package deal, part of Steve and John, so I am going to write about them together.

I met Steve at 404, like I met many boys that year. I actually dated a friend of his, Tom, but that lasted such a short time, and fizzled out.

Steve was such a sweet boy. At first glance he seemed a little nerdy, but he had such a big heart, and would do anything for you. And after you got to know him, his looks changed, you could see a handsome man under his boyish face, and long stringy hair. And his eyes were so kind, you knew you could trust him with your deepest thoughts.

One night, in early summer I ended up at a party at Steve's house. It was a going away party for two of his friends I had never met, Rich and John. It was a great party, lots of people there, and I was having a great time. Then I saw John.

He was beautiful. I cannot think of any other word to describe him. Tall, slim, with this adorable little nose. He had eyes that were always laughing, and he talked with this funny 'surfer dude' accent. Kind of like Keanu Reeves in Bill and Ted, but before the movie had even come out.

But the best part was his hair. He had this soft, wavy brown hair, that fell below his shoulders. He had this way of combing it back with his hand as he talked, that was so natural, but almost looked like he did it just to make girls swoon. I just could not take my eyes off of him.

For some reason, John singled me out. Somehow we ended up in Steve's room with a few other people, talking on Steve's bed. I had been drinking a lot, so I do not remember the conversation, but I know it was very flirtatious, and I did not want the evening to end.

As I mentioned, this was a going away party for John and another guy Rich. It turned out John was going to move to Peterborough for the summer. And they were leaving that night.

It couldn't be! This guy was my dream man. He fit every cliche of what I found hot in a guy, looked like he could have stepped right out of one of those Hard Rock magazines I was always reading. But it was not meant to be at that time, I said my goodbyes, I can remember giving him a long, almost passionate hug on the steps as he left, with a promise I would not forget him.

That summer was crazy for me. So much happened that I put John to the back of my mind, figuring I would not see him again. I will write about that summer in a different post, I still have not figured how to work that one out. But I will say by September I was an emotional wreck, and ready to have some fun and laughter brought back into my life. And John was the one to do it for me.

On night I had stopped with my friend Michelle at the Tim Horton's in Bronte. I have no memory of what we had been doing earlier that night, but it was late. We were outside, talking to some people we had run into there, I had my back to the street. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, I was scooped up, and tossed over someone's shoulder like a bag of potatoes! I screamed for Michelle, who stood there and laughed while I was carried across the street.

When I was finally placed back on my feet again, who stood before me but John! I laughed and jokingly pushed him away, but then I pulled him close into a big hug. "What are you doing here!" I asked him excitedly.

John explained that things had not worked out in Peterborough, and he had decided to come back to go to school. He lived in Bronte and always hung out at that Tim Horton's. He thought he would never see me again, and was shocked to see me standing in the parking lot. I did not know what to say....I could not believe he even remembered me!

Steve was there too, as was Tom, the boy I had dated. We all stood around and talked in the parking lot, consumed a few tea's and honey sticks, before Michelle and I decided we had to go home. Unfortunately, I had managed to loose my keys! So we spent the next hour looking for the keys, before we gave up and called someone to pick us up.

Truthfully, I did not mind so much. I knew that this would mean that I would have to leave my car overnight until I could get back with a spare set of keys. Which meant I might see John again.

I don't even remember who picked us up, but there were promises made to see each other again the next day.

When I returned to pick up my car, I found out that Tom had stole my keys to try and keep us around even longer. At least that was the storey given to me. I did not care though. Steve and John met me to return the keys, and before the end of the day, John and I had our first kiss, and Steve and I were great friends.

And that was the beginning of a threesome that lasted for almost a year. The two of them became my best friends, and gave me some of the fondest and happiest memories of my teen years. Save a few emails from John over the years, I have not seen either one in almost 15 years. Yet I will always love them both.

I will write again about them, as the story does continue,I just don't have the time right now.