OMG! I was flushed and had no clue as to how I was supposed to respond! Did he mean something by coming down practically nude? How could I act normal and stop staring at him? I had no choice but to retreat into the kitchen claiming that the dirty dishes simply couldn’t wait one second longer! While I was blushing and scrubbing, he got dressed. We opened a bottle of wine, even though it was barely 10 a.m. After that bottle, since I was having computer issues, we went to pick up up some new parts.
When I walked out on my father’s arm, I was so happy and excited, I was almost in tears because I couldn’t wait to see the person I was pledging to spend the rest of my life with, and see how excited and happy he was, too. (I seldom wear makeup or dresses, and I was dressed to the nines that day, too. Laced up corset, beaded and ruched bodice, modest train, tastefully simple makeup, curled hair with sparkles throughout to match the bodice…) And admittedly, I wanted to knock his socks off with how splendid I looked for him on our special day, too. So I walked out with my father and saw him standing at the altar, hands clasped in front of him, groomsmen standing behind him in a neat row, and that was the neatest thing ever. Halfway down, he hadn’t moved an inch. Closer still, and he has a look of absolute boredom on his face.
My mom and I are at the beach and trying to find a spot with sunlight. As were walking to the selected spot, we notice a man in his 50s, average height, tanned, grey hair, but with no towel or any other beach supply, slowly walking 20 ft from us and just staring while doing so. We put our stuff down and sit on our towels while the man goes to lay in a spot 40-50ft from us. My mom is creeped out and makes some glances at the man. I tell her to stop because he’s harmless and likely won’t do anything when there‘s a lifeguard tower nearby and people surrounding. A few minutes later, she decides to move to the other side of the beach because she’s obviously uncomfortable. I get annoyed, groan, and grab my stuff. As we get up, so does the man, and he walks in the direction we were going to.
I quietly chuckle while my mom is still creeped out, but she ends up chuckling as well. We decide to stay on the side of the beach we’re already on but move a bit farther down. We don’t see the man again and continue the next 2 hours with a peaceful tanning session with my mom taking some walks down the beach. I thought it was kind of funny how bold the man was to just stare but creeps staring at you is bound to happen at some point in life. I was 14 years old and an 8th grader in middle school. My dad is a firefighter and if you have any relative in the fire department you know almost all the time they are goofing around, and making real life long friends with their crew.
My dads best friend was his captain. He was such a good man. He treated my family as his own, joked and gave us a hard time, helped teach my brother how to drive stick, nagged my father to get me a dirt bike. He was the funniest, craziest, most trustworthy man you’d meet. He was also a total asshole. But it made him the person who he was and we loved him so much. One night he was working on the land where he’d put his house for his wife and only son, who at the time was barely 1. The machinery he was on malfunctioned, flipped him over, and drove over him. He was out there for 8 hours. Most likely died immediately but no one knew. His wife became worried and went to go look, finding him there. Her first call was to my father, who was on his way to work. He immediately changed course and headed straight to his house out in the country. It had to have been at least a 45 minute drive. My brother was taking me to school about 30 minutes away, and we got the call in the McDonald’s drive thru line. The man we called our uncle.. he was gone.
After that, we stopped at a wonderful Italian restaurant that brought a decanter of house made Sambuca and a decanter of house made Amaretto after your meal! We made our way back to my place and opened another bottle of wine. After thoroughly deconstructing my personal computer and just as thoroughly deconstructing a bottle of port, we opted for a movie.