In May of 1971, I met Bob L in Florida. We didn’t know each other, but we were immediately attracted to one another. I had to return to my job in Michigan, but left thinking it was just a flash in the pan for probably both of us. In August of the same year, I returned realizing I felt more for him that I had thought.
We spent two weeks together of that month getting to know each other better and the more time I spent with him, the more I knew he was THE ONE.
I truly fell in love with him and even many years later when looking at his picture, there was a weight on my heart of what could have been. Again, after the two-week vacation, I had to return to my home. I remember the night before I left; he and I spent quality time together and the next morning, I had to go to the beach where he worked to say good-bye. I remember to this day driving away and looking back in the window as he appeared to be getting smaller and smaller while my heart broke in two. I just knew I would never see him again! Naturally, I cried all the way home and once there, I knew I would never be the same again. I didn’t hear much from him for whatever reason; blame it on long distance relationships. Long distance phone calls were not the norm as they are today and of course, there were no cell phones.
Then, in 1973, I met Bob G. He helped me through the process of buying a Corvette. We started dating. During this time, I always wondered about Bob L and how he was.
Bob G and I got married in August of 1974 and somewhere before that, Bob L called when I was not home and my father told him I was out to dinner with my fiancée. When my father told me of this phone call, I was horrified and wondered WHAT DID HE WANT? Of course, Bob L didn’t leave his phone number and since that time it has haunted me as to what he called about.
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