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In article <7sa5ek$t8i@news1.snet.net>, CT Bill <eroica@snet.net> writes

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>I had a dream last night.  It was about the first girl I ever kissed.
>
>I was15.  She was a mere 13.  It was summer of 1977 at the Jersey Shore.
>I remember the night, because it was only two days after the day Elvis died.
>It was August 18, just six days shy of my 16th birthday.
>Her name was Karen.  I never did know her last name, which would make her
>remarkably easier to track down.  Her cousin's name was John, last name also
>unknown.  I seem to remember his name being of Irish or Scottish origin,
>however.  We acquired a friend, Sue Cioban, who had taken a real liking to
>John.  They shared the night, along with Karen and me, on the beach in North
>Lavallette.   And last, but not least, was Karen's little brother, Scott.
>He
>was there, but not as intrusive as some little brothers can be.
>
>A couple of days was really all we had.  It's amazing how, especially at
>that point in your life, that's all the time it takes to change things
>forever.
>You never really see things the same way again.  For kids younger than the
>driving age, there aren't a lot of options.  People rent houses at the shore
>and come from all over to spend a couple of weeks.  Then, they go home.
>Sometimes, they return the following year.  That was the case here.
>
>In summer of 1978, I was at home with my parents when my grandparents called
>from the shore saying that Karen and John had been at their house and had
>been asking about me.  Since Karen and I had left things up in the air last
>summer, we had no plans to meet.  Needless to say, her visit at my
>grandparents sent a shockwave through me.  When the girl who gave you your
>first kiss calls, you answer.  This time, I headed for the shore with a
>couple of friends from home, Rob and Rich.  I had told them all about Karen
>after the previous summer.
>
>I had received directions to the house where John, Karen and the rest of the
>family were staying that summer.  They had rented a house at nearby Chadwick
>Beach.  Then came the epipheny.  Karen had left a note mentioning that their
>house was right on Barnegat Bay.  My cousin had a boat which she almost
>never
>used docked across the street from my grandparents' house.  I would surprise
>Karen and arrive that summer by boat.  Once I knew exactly where she was
>staying, and how to locate that point from the water, I was ready to go.
>
>Rob and I ventured out by car to find the house the day before the boat
>ride.
>When we arrived, I was as surprised to see Karen as she was to see me.
>Even though I had planned the whole thing, when the moment came, the
>previous
>summer came rushing back and the old feelings with it.  We hugged, said a
>brief hello to her family, loaded John aboard, and took off on a ride around
>Barnegat Bay.  I remember Karen sitting on my lap as I drove.  I thought I
>would never be as thrilled as I was then.  That's when time stops.  That's
>when your mind freezes everything for later retrieval.  Selective memory, I
>think they call it.
>
>Rob and I had a previous commitment at home that summer which forced a
>shortlived visit with Karen.  Riding home, I had a pit in my stomach.  I
>suppose it's not unlike most people's experience with a first love.  That
>doesn't make it any easier at the time, though.  I never saw or heard from
>Karen again.
>

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>When I had my dream last night, it brought back old feelings.  I've often
>thought about Karen, wondering what exactly happened to her, what paths her
>life may have taken.  I often had the feeling that my feelings for her
>weren't reciprocated.  We were so young at the time, but, still, you seem to
>
>know your feelings visavis someone elses.  You can just tell.  I thought
>perhaps she was fond of me, but not in love.
>
>What I'd like to know, however, is what she's doing right now.  Does she
>have a family?  Where does she live?  Is she happy?
>
>I'm writing this not to obsess or reinvent something which never was.  It's
>just a curiosity.
>
>Here's what I can tell you about Karen:
>
>She lived in Stirling, NJ when I knew her.
>Her last name was something Polish.
>She had brown hair and hazel/green eyes.

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>There was a slight possibility of her moving to California.
>
>If this sounds like you or someone you know, please RSVP.  I would truly
>appreciate knowing what happened to her and what she's doing.
>
>Thanks in advance.
>
>
>
>

Kaum zu glauben! Ich wurde stark kritisiert nur weil ich eine Frau
finden wollte die ich mehrere Male in 1995 getroffen habe.
-- 
Paul Brown