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I lost my father in law in 1998 on Swissair Flight 111 crashed into the Atlantic Ocean near Peggy’s Cove, Canada. So my prayers and thoughts go out to all the families on this AirAsia Flight.
In my previous post I mentioned at the age of 18 I met Jeff at a party and he became my first ” serious” boyfriend. Okay I have to admit here he wasn’t my first lover. I lost my virginity the previous summer while staying in the Hampton’s with somebody I barely knew except he was cute and had a red corvette. He didn’t even know I was a virgin we were both too drunk. Looking back i was embarrassed to admit to my “cool” friends I was still a virgin.
Do I regret that night? Not really, except I cringe till this day whenever I here the song by Prince, “Little Red Corvette.”
When Jeff and I made love for the first time in the bedroom of his North Shore Jericho house I was not drunk and it felt like my very first time.
I always felt like a little slut whenever we went back to his house and bumped into his divorced single mom who usually was entertaining another lady I noticed as we ignored them and went upstairs. It became obvious Jeff was going through a lot of pain that he hid from most of the world and always “seemed” happy and
carefree. In other words he was just like me in many ways. How ironic?
Jeff was still had severe unresolved issues when his father. a Coca-Cola executive suddenly left his family almost penniless when he ran off with his secretary a fews years prior.
His mom worked full time at Ace Hardware as a store manager in order to support Jeff and his older sister, Jen, who he was really close too.
It was the 1980’s so we didn’t even talk about the fact his mom became a lesbian. It was clear to me this subject was taboo to Jeff.
Jeff was a body builder with the hugest biceps I ever saw . a talented swimmer and diver who had so trophies that decorated his small bedroom. Jeff like me was working as a lifeguard the summer that we met.
Jeff loved to come over my house and got along so well with my parents and family. He used to joke to my father that if he married me could he work for him in his very prosperous corrugated box and shipping supply company. I felt great that summer spending so much time with Jeff and I knew we were meant to meet for a reason….
Growing up I had a few minor hook-ups mostly when I had a little too much too drink at a club or a party. I basically spent most of my teenage years observing and listening to my popular girlfriends telling me every intimate detail about their boyfriends.
I learned to be a good listener and even offered my advice if they asked me. I wasn’t ever bitter or jealous of my friends who had boyfriends because I knew I my time would come when boys would start to notice me.
The summer before I started college I worked in a camp as a life guard during the day and at night went to many parties where teens from many local north shore camps would meet up in a local club. One night I went with my close friend “Karen” to a small club that somehow survived the post disco era. My friend karen ,who like me had never had a “real” boyfriend , spotted this hunky dark haired guy who really wasn’t my type. She must of caught his attention because he was walking towards us and karen got all excited. OMG she whispered, ” he is so hot and I think he is going to ask me to dance.”
Then he approached us and introduced himself to us. His name was Jeff and he was from Jericho. Then he asked us our names and I let Karen do all the talking. Then the strangest thing happened, Jeff asked me to dance and not Karen. She gave me a nasty look but for the first time in my life I put myself first and spent the rest of the night feeling like a princess at her first ball.
Karen however made quite a few nasty comments about Jeff on the drive home. “He’s never going to call you any way” she said.
That’s was the moment I finally stood up for myself and replied, “It’s not my fault he was more attracted to me than you!”
The next day Jeff came over my house to go swimming in my pool. I answered the door confidently in a white bikini. “WOW! was Jeff’s response.
After years of feeling like a ugly duckling I finally became a swan.
My mother told me more than once I changed everything about myself when I started my first p/t working in a posh upscale north shore boutique.
She was partially right. The two thirty something owners were both tiny, clever and very intimidating. I was totally shocked when “Dina” a size 2 petite brunette hired me after my interview.
Still lacking confidence in myself and my looks, which radically changed through my teens. My facial disease seemed to go into remission when i was about 14 and every month since then I was getting silicone shots to “fix” the damage to my face. Unlike botox and other modern fillers where you see instant results, silicone was administered in very little amounts each month and it took years and over 100,000 dollars until nobody noticed anything was wrong with my face. Everyone but me. Going through the trauma of being told I was going to die by the age of 15. the sheer terror of people staring at me and going through adolescence with a facial deformity was always going to be part of who I was forever. I scars were now almost invisible but I was and still am scared forever.
Sometimes good things come out of very bad experiences. I believe everything happens for a reason.
I learned that “looks” are not what truly make you beautiful. I was a absolutely gorgeous child and even was scouted by Ford Models at age 5 while walking with my dad in NYC.
Suddenly anyone at anytime can lose their “looks” like me. It happens. I depended on my family, friends, my outgoing personality, my love of playing the violin and tennis to get through the hardest years of my life.
Suddenly I realized It was time to look in the mirror again. Ironically I had no choice, the entire store’s walls were completely mirrored, lol.
I guess this was a sign from God that it was time to look to the future and leave the past behind.
That’s exactly what I did…..
I was a late bloomer , actually very late. I was very introverted in my early teens and read an entire new book every day. I also came down with a life threatening illness that affected my right side of face to the point I just avoided mirrors from 12-15yrs of age. Throw in some puberty, a few pimples and oily hair on top of my undiagnosed illness .that stumped at least 10 NYC Park Avenue doctors , and it created a perfect storm for me that ruined the so called “best years of my life.”
I was always a fighter and although I felt I was dying on the inside whenever someone stared at my face or made a cruel comment in the middle of class, I swallowed the pain like a pill and went to Junior and Senior HS with a smile on my face and held my head up high.
I still had my best girlfriends who I met in kindergarten who never left my side and even defended me when someone bullied me. I had lots of friends and led a very normal young teen life despite my prognosis that I wouldn’t survive past the age 15 when I accidentally heard a group of specialists who still didn’t have a clue what I had, tell my parents my illness was spreading into my nerves and jawbone rapidly and concluded It was terminal. I still remember I didn’t cry when I heard the shocking news, I just got dressed in silence in the now empty examination room and swallowed the tears and fears and met my pale , devastated parents in the lobby and of course I was smiling.
We got into my dad’s station wagon and my parents were both silent. To make matters worse my father decided to go threw a very neighborhood in upper Manhattan to get home and got lost somehow because he wasn’t paying attention and now we were in a very bad part of Bronx on that bitter cold December night and all of a sudden the car just died……… that’s when my parents broke down too.
That’s photo is me when I decided to go blonde. Thats when my life drastically changed forever. Before 18 I had medium mousey brown hair and really never stood out in a crowded dark NYC club. I used to envy the girls with blonde hair who seemed to be noticed always before me by the really cute guys every time I went out on the town. Even my best friend at the time was a gorgeous blonde named Lisa, whose boyfriends in H.S included the captain of the football team and “Richie” who was so hot I sweated everyday when he played the drums in the percussion section right behind me when I played the violin in H.S orchestra.
I just assumed with my teenage naive rational thinking that blondes like the cliche, “Really do have more fun.”
Right after I started college I lost 20 pounds of baby fat, started to exercise like crazy, landed my first job in a very obnoxious boutique and dyed my hair blonde.
Oh yeah and landed my first serious “hot” boyfriend.