Narrative Arc Summer Lovin’ Competition
I’m Still in Love With the Same Guy
How did we find each other in this world of people?
There were those who got away, but mostly because I let them. I married so young there was no time for prolonged relationships that ended badly or in acrimony. I was a reasonable judge of character and stayed away from men who gave me bad vibes or when I felt they were hot guys who thought too highly of themselves.
But I still remember the ones I was with, however fleetingly. Those who weren’t for me, not in the end. The guy I dated who became a university professor and whose son was a professional football player. A navy boy from England whose ship sailed, leaving me behind with a stack of letters I would eventually lose in my journeys.
The one I joined in a green canoe on a river in Ontario and giggled uncontrollably as it tipped us out into the current and we watched our bags drift nonchalantly away.
I’ve never really enjoyed canoes since.
In West Africa, there was a man who was handsome and kind and who came looking for me after I was gone. I had planned to return, but life had other plans. Tall and slender Alain in France; whatever happened to him? I left him a small orange placed on top of a note that…
