My First Love

 Bill Prutz, my first my last, my forever love.

I took a bad fall 2 months ago.  I could blame it on the Long Island Iced Tea, or the uneven floors in the restaurant, or even my bad knees.  But the true culprit is being 63 years old and wearing stiletto shoes.  Oh my, they are beautiful shoes!  Black suede, 4-inch stiletto heels, with a small platform.  

Totally embarrassed, I got to my feet, the pain in my knees was excruciating.  I hobbled out to the car, sat down, and held back my tears.  We walked gingerly into the concert.  I was relieved to sit down again.  After two hours of sitting my knees stiffened up and again the pain was beyond anything I ever felt. This time the pain radiated down to my feet and ankles.  Of course, I was still wearing the beautiful black high heels.   

I have to admit whiskey did alot to numb the pain that night.

Did I get rid of those shoes?  Nope, they are still in my closet, waiting.  Did I learn a lesson?  I sure did, but I can't promise that I will never do it again.  Let me tell you about my sparkly silver shoes...

I first noticed him at lunchtime in the Senior High Ag Room hallway.  I was a Sophmore and he was a Senior.  I'm sure he didn't notice me.  I would see him occasionally in the halls, but I really started to stalk him (as Juli would say) during baseball season.  My sister Linda would ride our bikes 1/2 mile. down the road to Kendi Park where the baseball team practiced. We had minimal interested in baseball, but we did have an avid interest in boys.  Still at this time I wasn't sure if he noticed me. 

Later that Fall, my girlfriends and I were eating french fries and drinking milkshakes at our local Drug Store lunch counter when we struck up a conversation with one of Bill's friends, Jet Jacquilard.  I happened to mention that I thought Bill Prutz was cute and would like to get to know him.  

On December 6, 1974, I got a phone call from Mr. Bill Prutz...WOW!  He told me that his friend said that I would like to meet him.  We talked for a while and he said he would like to take me out but he had to work next week.  Could he call me back and we could decide where and when we could go out on a date?

So, my first love, also my first date, has become my last love and probably my last date. And I would have it no other way!