Well.....We were both 19 when we got married...........51 years in November. I hope she lives to be a 100.

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S&W Accumulator

youve revoked your man card i see, that hallmark badge on your shirt is soooooo shiney though.


IF the woman turns you down, and then comes back for you. It means that she cant find anything better, or that she is so desperate shell talk to you NOW..

Very important rule of both shooting and insults.
Know your target.

I moved to Florida when I was 26. Most of my "old flames" stayed there. At 70 they won't look like I remember them. Better I remember them "when." Joe

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Wisdom chases me; I'm faster

I’ve had a few get back togethers, my midlife crisis hit later than midlife. Thinking about it now tells me it’s true; there is no fool like an old fool.

To me the OP's question is about like someone saying "I just saw a very nice condition old Smith M29 for $250, ...do you think I should buy it?" Every minute you wait contacting her that's a lost opportunity for some other guy to snatch her up. The good looking gals with great personalities get snagged really fast!

Well, Laura certainly knew how to dress properly. Us men can be pretty dense at getting the message, so I guess she was taking no chances.

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Release the Kraken

I say go for it. If it don't work out how is that worse than meeting someone new and have it not work out? That is basically how all dating and relationships go. Some make it some don't, doesn't really much matter where the starting line is.

You mentioned contacting her thru social media so I'm guessing you have already located her. If so, send a short friendly "hi" to her.

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Super Snooper

I did find her social media profile. The problem is, aside from forums, my YouTube channel (mainly to follow other channels), and twitter/X (I don't tweet, just follow) I'm not on any other social media, like the one I found her on. So there's that.

I hear both sides of the contact, don't contact discussion. I agree with them. One part of me wants to contact, but the slightly more persuasive side of me says to leave things alone. I'll leave things alone for now. Who knows, I might just say screw it, make an account and attempt contact. Besides, I haven't talked to her in 25+ years, waiting a bit longer isn't going to make much of a difference one way or the other.

It's very interesting to me reading the different perspectives on this subject - especially on a predominately male dominated forum. Again, thank you all for commenting and giving me things to think about!

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Thread Killer.

Since you’re posting here on this site I think you are open to suggestions ….

Do yourself a big favor and research “Red Pill”
Maybe a lot of research

It will serve you well to at least have this perspective as a guy possibly seeking a female companion in 2024 and beyond

Qualifying statement:
This is not a condemnation of women just insight into female psychology

I brought this here because I know that there are folks from all over who have lived very different lives, are highly educated and even though I'll probably never meet any of you all in real life, I do value the opinions.

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Thread Killer.

Onomea?? This is my perspective. Mind you it still hurts.

GOING HOME


It's raining today in Georgia as we weave north bound on I-85 to Atlanta. Ben's supplied the fuel, some for me, some for the Star Cruiser, and some for the cargo bay, a refrigerated trailer hauling frozen chickens. I'd washed the cruiser that afternoon, so I knew it was going to rain. Not a heavy rain, still it would have to be done again before pulling into, “Shakey”. That's Los Angeles to you who do not know the trucker lingo.
After a bit of time we are west bound on I-20. After setting the autopilot for the long haul I turned down the volume on the radio. The chatter was getting on my nerves. Two pilots arguing or maybe just bragging, over who had the biggest, fastest, or best looking, cruiser. Who cares, we all have the same job to do, move the freight from where it is to wherever it is wanted or needed. With the volume turned down so just the “Smoky” reports filter in, I popped a tape in and the mellow sounds flow out. Some Jim Reeves, Marty Robbins, Sons of the Pioneers.
“What's that about the “coop”?”
“Closed this side, set up and spot checking in Alabama.”
“Well what did you expect?”
Time now for some Roger Whittiker. “Make the World Go Away” (Please take all the dumb idiots in four wheelers with it.) “Have I Told You Lately That I Love You”, The Most Beautiful Girl in The World”.
Just a little mist falling now, almost like it was that time before. How long ago? One year or not quite. What day? What day?
I have the same load in the cargo bay this trip as we did then, the only difference is, this time we are going to Ontario, CA not Denver, CO. That time we filled up at Ben's first then down to LaGrange. This time we loaded in LaGrange then north to Ben's.
I remember now, it was on the seventeenth when last I saw her, we parted on the eighteenth, I to Denver, she to Atlanta. “Catch the comic book up tomorrow”, I had said to myself, “we are going to see someone that we've dreamed about for so long.”
How long had it been? Well thirteen years since we were last together. A different time, a different place. How good it had been.
This time when I got into town, I called her on the phone, “Please, how about meeting me here? I'll be waiting in the back room, a table for two, in the corner, near the back door. I'm wearing a blue and white shirt. I'll buy you dinner?”
Now who is that I see? My goodness what a beautiful woman. It is one lucky fella who gets her to sit at his table. I sure wish it was going to be me. Oh my god, she let her hair grow, it is me.
“Come and sit down.”
God how I'd love to hug her. Thirteen years and still I loved her. It's fifteen now.
What's that song? Rewind. Start over.

In the twilight glow I see her,
Blue eyes crying in the rain
As we kissed goodbye and parted,
I knew we'd never meet again....”

It wasn't twilight, more like early afternoon with dark clouds overhead. And her eyes weren't blue, rather they were green. The soft green of new sage leaves and the most beautiful rust red hair that you've ever seen. And when we kissed it was not a kiss of goodbye, but one of future promise. Like a spring rain on a flower bed. Not meet again, surely you jest. Ooh but I didn't know, and it surely wasn't our plan. We'd planned to meet again and again and again, just as we had done before...

“Love is like a dying ember,
Only memories remain,
Through the ages I remember,
Her green eyes crying in the rain.....”

You love someone, a most special someone, and then you part. Now with the right stimulus you can live those memories again and again. Maybe it did rain that day, or maybe the mist in my eyes makes me think it did....

“Now my hair has turned to silver,
All my life I've loved in vain,
And I see her star in heaven,
Her green eyes crying in the rain....”

When did this happen? It seems like only yesterday I was the young “Coastie” in love with this beautiful girl from “Bama”. They called me Jacques on the ship, but she always called me by another. It scared me when she called herself, “The Next of Kin”, 'cuse back then, on the CB, I was “The Wayward Wind”. After we parted I was always looking for another like her. Allowing my mind to accept, then reject, because something wasn't right. Her image, her thoughts, her voice, another just didn't measure up. Her star in heaven? well, where else would you look for an angel (with a wee bit of the devil in her I admit) but in the heavens? And I wonder, did I get the colour right this time? Who knows or cares, surely I don't. It is the memory of her crying on my shoulder that day which matters.


“Some day when we meet up yonder,
We'll stroll hand in hand again,
In that land that knows no parting,
Her green eyes crying in the rain.”

Well I hope it's up yonder. It will be for her I'm sure. But for me, well I believe a much warmer reception. Oh, how I'd love to be holding her hand this night. Is there a land of no parting, Truly that is a place of faith and dreamers, yet I hope so, because I've never given up the hope for such a time. And to see her eyes crying again, surely, they will be tears of joy and happiness.
Oh, to be young and in love. You tell yourself you'd never make the same mistakes, but you know as well as I, were it not for our past our present would not be as it is. Change the past and you change the future. And these memories you cherish would not exist.
Then I pass it, there on the right, or maybe... no that is IT. That is the exit. The police report says so, and as always when confronted with a mystery I investigated every detail. On a warm summer's night, tired from a long weekend visiting a friend in Atlanta, she turned off the Interstate to the highway home. There are two exists for US-431 northbound, one here and another about five miles up the road. And because she is tired and sleepy, she thought this was the correct one. It was supposed to curve right and merge with the northbound lanes. She knew this from having driven it many times. Surely there was plenty of time to rest the eyes, just one second or maybe two, then off she'd go, up toward home.
The eighteen-wheeler was stopped at the traffic light and... “Oh hell, what was that?” “Not good”, the trucker says to himself as he climbs from the cab. “Oh hell”, he said again as his own tears began to fall.
Smokey took him aside and told him once more, “It's not your fault”.
“Asleep at the wheel”, at least that's what it says in the accident report.

Now, as I pass the lonely exit, her green eyes watch me crying in the rain ....


Llance
21August 1992

Notice to the reader; this is a true story. No names are given out of respect for the dead. The author is also the narrator.

I was married then and still am, still I love her. I would have divorced my present wife and married her as I should have back when first we were together. The reunion was great, but a life together was not meant to be. If you're single don't let this opportunity escape you.

My eyes are tearing. So very sad.

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Paul
Salome, AZ

Look up a song by Little Texas called "What Might Have Been" on YouTube.

I agree with the meaning of the song... but you got nothing to lose, maybe.

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Go ahead... make my day.

I know how you feel. The girl of my dreams ghosted me after my life threatening car accident and recovery. It’s best to move on

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Fear only God

Walnutred and Eddietruett took the trouble to post. Think about it.

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Formerly Model520Fan

Kris Kristofferson said it best in one of his many hit songs he wrote for someone else:

"I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
To be holding Bobbie's body next to mine..."

Kinda sucked for him because she died at 27 and (The girl who recorded the hit) the song came out after she left Earth. They had been together for a while but appearances separated them...forever.

Sugar & spice and everything nice,
Acid & smack and no way back. (From Go Ask Alice book)

My next door neighbor at one time was best buds with Kris. I have met and spoken with him many times. A fun guy to be around but that was over 40 years ago.