In 1987 I was 18.
This was the time in my life where I should have gone right instead of left.
The time of desperately needed guidance.
A waste of time.
But as I stumbled through trying to figure it all out on my own, I stumbled into a man..yet again.
Attending a local community collage, I met a man I never quite forgot.
Georg P was a secret, I was the other woman….yet again.
Sitting in his parked car outside my apartment building on Alexander st.
It’s Gastown ..dark outside and the windows are steamed up.
He reaches over me and puts my seat back, He says “ listen to this” he plugs in a cassette. It’s 54-40.
Making out in a parked car never gets old.
I remember his thighs as if I could still grip my hands on them, tough and thick.
He left me with a photo ,a man in uniform.
Signed on the back something about being my soldier XO
What ever became of Georg ?
Without the ‘e’