The Leak of Love...

 The Leak of Love...



     This is a story of uncluttered love, the kind that was not complicated by prior missteps or broken hearts. It was a time of glorious possibilities and the kind of happiness you cannot reach alone. Nancy was my very first true love and while I was 20 years old I was about as sophisticated as a grammar school kid and had absolutely no idea how I was to proceed with the girl of my dreams. The really wild part of this romance was that she seemed to feel the same way about me and that was a truly novel situation. My home life was not warm and fuzzy and I was climbing up a wall of poor self-esteem that was full of emotional pitfalls and a lack of healthy role models. But when cupid fired his arrow it struck me in the heart, dead center and I was in a dizzying catbird seat. Despite my maddening immaturity we were able to go on lots of fun dates with my parents helping me with great relief that I liked girls. Nancy's parents trusted me and they had a right since we did not go too far and did a lot of innocent kissing. Her homelife was worse than mine and it meant nothing to me since I was blinded by the light in her eyes. In the beginning it progressed easily since we just adored eachother and the only arguing was from my childish temper. Since my male role models were the flag bearers of entrenched extreme patriarchy men ruled and women served.  As our genearation developed women began to express resistance to this unfair setup with a movement called "women's liberation." Soft guys like me tended to be easy to push overs and despite the bad lessons boys learned "the times they were a changing." So this story is about one of the truly great trips I took as a young man that involved a road trip to Mexico with Nancy, Zeke, Steph Knowlton, Timo and his date whose name is unimportant.There are other tales from this epic trip and this is just a bittersweet bon mot. We had a great time and drove all the way down to Ensenada in my Dad's Buick Wildcat while drinking like there was no tomorrow. We set up a camp at Rosarita Beach with tents and a little rented trailer. We drove up to Tijuana since we knew the town pretty well but did  spend one wild night at Hussongs in Ensenada that was a must when visiting down south. There was beer drinking, cig smoking and tons of laughter with the first night ending with Timo driving the Tijuana libre road back to camp at 100 mph because I had pretended to pass out so I could make out with Nancy. We were twenty and bulletproof you see. I was in a state of bliss and alternated between swims in the Pacific Ocean and guzzling from bottles out of a case of Superior beers we purchased in town with four of the bottles emptied by local pendejos. So, Sunday morning we were going to enjoy our last day on the beach with a wild, wild Saturday in TJ behind us. I bounded into the cooling surf and swam in the ocean with youthful vigor and snuck back to the tent for some fooling around fun. Nancy was stretched out on a sleeping bag ready to accept my caresses and I braced over her romantically like Steve McQueen when disaster struck. As I poised over her dreamy face, a large amount of salt water hiding in my sinus cavities gushed out and splashed down on her gasping lips and cheeks. I can recall the shriek and feeling of being thrust over on my side with sinuses empty and romantic mood gone like a Mexican wind coming in from the blue Pacific.  



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