Hi Y'all,
Continued from the previous post. As promised the story of Girl number 2.
And, by the way, I DID actually run out Girl number one's front door. I really did!
So, Girl 2. Like I told you, for some reason I never had to chase girls, they just arrived and they stayed, if I liked them. There were some like that but it's a bit embarrassing to tell you. See how I go.
Girl 2 was from my last year of High School, when I'd stopped studying and did not want to go to uni. I did matriculate, but just enough so I was eligible for more work. That was just bad luck. Who knew? It wasn't a plan, just happened.
So Girl2. Her name was Elizabeth, Deakin High School in Canberra. She lived nearby but had two different surnames and she varied which one she used. Divorced parents. Liz Kimber was the most common name. I can use her name today.
We hung around for a while, don't remember how we started, just happened, again. She was great looking, about average height to smaller. Blonde hair, sort of dirty blonde really. But real nice to be around. I had no money, no car but I did have a father who was stingy beyond belief. The previous town we came from I used to work after school and Saturday mornings at Woolies. Yay! I had money. I think he thought I must have got a pension from them as he kept his money tight. Blood out of a stone really. He cracked now and again for a very few bucks. Actually gave me $20 when I left home. Was I lucky or what? Way to support your kid!!.
I won a scholarship in 4th year and was the only one to do so. Turned out it was an IQ test but we weren't told. What can I say, I had a great memory and was great at Maths so did well obviously. The scholarship was $500 and back then that was huge!! I used it to educate myself. In drinking and betting on the ponies. So I was short that last year. Eddy Cashun can be expensive!
She had an old holden and she'd come pick me up and we'd go to a pub and have 3 - 4 drinks and much chat. No idea what about really except one thing. She asked me, I was 18 by then and legal at the pub, if I would be her "backdoor man" when she was married. Well I was tempted to say sure straight up but actually had a thought. That thought was "What does back door man" mean, to her?
It could mean several things but I had one nasty thought floating around my head. So I asked her what she meant. She said it meant I'd be her lover after she was married. So of course I said yeah, baby. I had not heard a word about her getting married, her assumption for her future, which was a valid assumption. She was real nice, all round. Lots of hugging and kissing.
We did this stuff for a few months and then she asked if I'd like to come over to her house one Sunday. I said sure. Why not?
So come that Sunday I went over to her place and we sat on the lounge suite chatting, drinks each. Then she said "I'm here alone till late tonight". I expressed my interest in her comment and we carried on chatting.
So school finishes and I head off, travelling and was back in Canberra in 1989. My old class was having a school reunion for 20 years out. I have no idea how they knew I was there, I suspect my sister told someone who told someone, it's called gossip.
My mates had all left Canberra so I had no one to hook up with for protection at that show. So I went alone. Middle of a quite long drinking period, serious drinking, not a few beers shit. If I had a drink, I meant business.
So I walked into the venue with a smile on my face and a buzz on. I mean, beer wasn't the only thing in life was it? Needed a friend now and then surely. So I looked around and recognised a couple of teachers so I avoided them like the plague. Last thing I had planned was hanging around fucking teachers.
I was talking to a couple of guys I had barely known and never talked to back in the day. But it was passing some time.
Just then a woman walked up and tapped me on the arm. I turned and looked. No idea who she was. She asked "Are you Robby Hart?" I said yeah, I was and still was. Her "I thought you were dead." Well this was news for sure. I said "Yeah, I was but then I learnt how to drink."
She stood there trying to figure me out. I could have been slurring a little. Then she said "Do you remember that Sunday you came over to my home, my father's home, back in school days, final year?" I must have been still alert as that told me who she was so I replied "Liz, of course I remember, how are you?"
She said "Married actually." Big smile. A pause while I listened. She said "You know you could have done anything you wanted that Sunday, don't you"? I was still alert as I answered "WHAT? You had a golf course in your backyard and didn't say? Holy shit woman, you must be more specific."
She looked angry and grumped out "I meant sex, anything, got it yet?"
Me "Yes I knew that Liz. But you must know that young men didn't accept invitations to visit for an afternoon as a proposition for unfettered sex. That, Liz, would have probably been called rape. And what would you have called the kid anyway?" "No, Liz, you have to ask if you want something. I never have. It was up to you."
She gave up and turned her back. Never saw her again. Never will. She thought she'd shock me, poor girl. Shit I'd been living in MY world for 20 years. I was not a novice or stupid.
Reunions?? Only went to one and that was the one. Not a good start huh? Last one for me. I'll have to think about those "other" girls" I mentioned above. I think you'd like one of the stories but I am somewhat ashamed of what happened, or didn't.
