Once upon a very long time ago, I was in crazy, mad love, with a beautiful man. His name was Peter.
Do you believe in the saying that “love conquers all”. no, it doesn’t
Peter and I first met when we were fifteen years old. He was 6 months younger than me and I thought of him as ‘just a kid’, where I felt I was a grown-up. Girls my age were dating boys of seventeen and eighteen, some even older.
We met in a local milkbar where I was working during school holidays. I was clearing tables when he came in the door, and he was blocking my path to get behind the counter. He could see my hands were full of dishes so he gave me a cheeky grin and said ‘give me a kiss and I’ll let you through’.
I pretended to be angry with him, so he let me through without the kiss, but I did think he was cute. After that we became friends and he asked if I would go to the movies with him the following week. There was a Jimmy Dean movie on in the city and he was the big heart-throb in those days. so of course I agreed. (the movie was ‘Rebel Without a Cause’)
Peter was a thorough gentleman, even at fifteen. He was raised by a single mother, and she had certainly taught him respect. However, I’m sorry to say, I didn’t take him seriously, but then I was just a kid too. I had an on/off boyfriend from the age of 13 and he had just joined the Navy, so when he came home on leave, I dedicated myself to him. Time passes.
The next time we met we were both about thirty years old. I came from a failed marriage, he was still in an unhappy relationship. You could be forgiven for thinking that this was the right time to start afresh, and it should have been, but I was severely damaged.
After almost 13 years of marriage and five children, my husband left me for another woman. He used my emotional state of deep depression, to take my children, and my home. This was in the 1960’s, when men were favored by the courts and despite the fact that he was the direct cause of that depression, he still was able to hold it against me. This, however, is a whole other story.
It happened that I was visiting a girlfriend this particular weekend and she asked me to drive her into the nearest town, where she needed to speak to a man about buying a car. I was happy to help her, and so, when we reached the carsales yard, I sat and waited for her in my car while she conducted her business.
I could see my girlfriend chatting with a tall, well dressed man, and before long they started walking towards my car. My girlfriend, Diane, leaned through the driver’s side window,”This gentleman thinks he knows you” she said, then stood to one side giving me a clear view of him.
At first, I thought he must be mistaken, but there was nothing mistaken in his expression as he stepped towards me. “Liz, I can’t believe it, how long has it been since we last saw each other?” I could feel the colour rising in my cheeks and my heart was pounding. There he was. Peter. No longer the boy I knew, but a grown man, mature and self-assured, and handsome.