There was a guy, Bobby, who lived around the corner from me who had one.
He had to be at least fifteen years older than me, and I'd always see him on Friday or Saturday nights, driving around with his girlfriend sitting there, right next to him. He was handsome in that Italian kind of way; he could have fit right in with the Four Seasons.
You could hear Cousin Brucie on 77WABC booming away on the radio as he drove by, and I couldn't wait until I was old enough to be just like him... I always wanted to go cruisin' around in a convertable on a Friday night, with my girlfriend...
I'd be just like him, I thought. I'd be the guy who was old enough to shave and have thick wooly fur on my chest--and a pretty girlfriend who everyone loved, just like he did...
But at the time, I never realized how much I lusted after him and not the girlfriend--or the car. Little did I know where I was coming from, and it wouldn't be until years later when I did.
All the while, I never forgot Bobby, and how hot he was. I also always wondered why he never married, and lived at home with his parents right up to the present time.
I met him about two years ago as people gathered at the corner after an auto accident happened there. By deduction, I figured out who he was, and introduced myself. I couldn't help but think how cruel the years had been to us both. I would have never known him. Gone was the rugged frame, the good looks, and all the sexy attributes. He didn't remember me, but he did remember my brother, and so that's how the conversation went.
He never realized how I thought of him, and how I wondered if I could ever connect with him. And little did he know how sad it was for me to finally meet him, and realize the end of a fantacy.
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How I wanted a '63 Impala convertable!
There was a guy, Bobby, who lived around the corner from me who had one.
He had to be at least fifteen years older than me, and I'd always see him on Friday or Saturday nights, driving around with his girlfriend sitting there, right next to him. He was handsome in that Italian kind of way; he could have fit right in with the Four Seasons.
You could hear Cousin Brucie on 77WABC booming away on the radio as he drove by, and I couldn't wait until I was old enough to be just like him... I always wanted to go cruisin' around in a convertable on a Friday night, with my girlfriend...
I'd be just like him, I thought. I'd be the guy who was old enough to shave and have thick wooly fur on my chest--and a pretty girlfriend who everyone loved, just like he did...
But at the time, I never realized how much I lusted after him and not the girlfriend--or the car. Little did I know where I was coming from, and it wouldn't be until years later when I did.
All the while, I never forgot Bobby, and how hot he was. I also always wondered why he never married, and lived at home with his parents right up to the present time.
I met him about two years ago as people gathered at the corner after an auto accident happened there. By deduction, I figured out who he was, and introduced myself. I couldn't help but think how cruel the years had been to us both. I would have never known him. Gone was the rugged frame, the good looks, and all the sexy attributes. He didn't remember me, but he did remember my brother, and so that's how the conversation went.
He never realized how I thought of him, and how I wondered if I could ever connect with him. And little did he know how sad it was for me to finally meet him, and realize the end of a fantacy.
It's funny how old cars bring back old memories.
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