Summer Lovin’

For some reason, maybe it was Sue’s blog or the approach of Memorial Day weekend but I got to thinking about the summer boyfriend I had when I was in high school/college. I don’t even know that I can call him a ‘summer’ boyfriend because we were only up on the Cape for 2 or 3 weeks at a time. My sister, her friend and I came upon these boys skin boarding in the low tide pools on the beach. Giggling ensued and somehow, we ended up all walking out on the Sesuit side of the jetty. The boys showed off by jumping off the jetty into the harbor side (not legal or safe) and eventually since they thought we were ignoring them, they started to walk off away from the beach. I had no idea why so I asked them why they were leaving. The one, E, told me that he thought we were ignoring them so they decided to go. I countered with “No we weren’t.” I know, witty and sexy, thank you 8 years of all girls private schooling. S0 we started talking and I asked if he wanted to come by that night and hang out. He was a couple years older than me and could drive (score!) and most important to me, he lived on the Cape. It FASCINATED me that he could do that. It was a dream to me. To him, it was just a dull place to live. Anyway, he came over that night and we hung out at my house, then we went to Scargo Tower, which overlooks Scargo Lake. We talked and then out of the blue, he leaned in and he kissed me. At the top of the tower, over looking the lake. It was the best kiss I have ever had in my life, gentle and sweet but with heat. None of the fumbling like other guys I had kissed before. It was the most romantic moment so far in life and ranks up there with the top 3 still. I have never taken P there, nor any other boyfriend that came with me to the Cape.

Over the years when I would go back to the Cape, we would some how fall back in touch either by him swinging by the house when he thought we might be up there or my me, in my bolder days, calling his house. From 1989-I think 1993 we would get together at least once, even if I had a boyfriend at the time (yes I am horrible, whatever). If we had more time together, we would go jumping off bridges into the tidal rivers, walk, make out in on the beach.

When I started dating B, the guy I actually thought I was going to marry, I didn’t see E, didn’t even look for him though he was in the back of my mind. Since B and I dated through 1997, it has been 15 years since I saw E. I still think about him though. I think from checking the phone book at one point and the internet later, he got married but still lives on the Cape. I do know he doesn’t work at the farm stand anymore. I did have a picture at one point of him and he had bracelets I made out of thin climbing rope (the kind you get at REI or EMS) that he really liked but that’s it. There are no love letters, no cutesy pictures. All I’ve got are the memories and for some reason, that is more romantic to me than anything on paper.
There was some hilarity that ensued one night, ask me about “The Bells” later. It’s a family joke now all at my expense.
  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147 Mama Dawg

    Ahhhh….I’ve got one of those, too. Good times, good times.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/16794387734217000502 Los

    We never really went to the same place on vacation more than a couple of times … but I do remember my cousin and I meeting some girls down in Myrtle Beach and hanging out with them for the week …This reminds me of the movie “The Great Outdoors” a little, though.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352465945711496612 Suburbia

    Sounds romantic! I still can’t get my first boyfriend out of my head!!!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10023417839687501752 Snooty Primadona

    Yes, there is something eternal about first boyfriends… especially first big, real kisses.The funny thing is, I doubt that guys ever remember their first kiss quite the same way we do. But, it doesn’t matter. We have our memories.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421804696146084068 Carrie

    Summer lovin’ had me a blast, Summer lovin’ happened so fast, I met a boy, his name was “E”We walked out on the jetty Summer days driftin’ away, to uh-oh those summer nightsUh Well-a well-a well-a huhTell me more, tell me moreDid he live on the Cape? Tell me more, tell me moreDid you plan your escape?Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huhHad a bracelet, made out of ropeHugged and kissed me, even a gropeFifteen years since he’s been aroundI’m thinking ’bout that little Cape town. Summer sun, something’s begun, but uh-oh those summer nightsSummer dreams ripped at the seams,bu-ut oh, those su-ummer nights….

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047430228350114744 Sue

    OMG, are we soul sisters or something? I spent my summers in Ogunquit, ME and I had a boyfriend just like that! He now has a house there with his wife, but I do think of him every time I go there. I often wonder if I knocked on his door what I would say, what he would say and if his wife would knock me out. Ha!I say we hunt him down this summer and show him what a smart, hot woman you have turned in to. He probably has a pot belly and gray hair HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911826980781124597 scargosun

    OMG Carrie! You are the best! I have my own song now about my summers!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/11421804696146084068 Carrie

    I made up a dance for it, too. Come visit.