This was originally posted by pgh jean on the community forum.
Chapter I-- Colleen and I have known each other for a lifetime!! As kids, we played softball against each other on diff. teams( I really couldn't stand her loud mouth-know it all attitude) but she was a pretty good shortstop.
Anyway, after grade school, she went to an all-girl high school (go figure) where she had planned to become a nun!! I hadn't seen her thru all of highschool (not that I missed her), when my aunt had wanted to go the a church bazaar that was being held at the same motherhouse where I knew Colleen was. I would drive her and explicetly was going for one reason and she (my aunt), another. Well, I did run into Sr. Colleen ( a novice- not a full fledged nun as yet), we exchanged pleasantries and kept running into each other that day. Colleen has said she couldn't believe that I showed up that day, never expecting to ever see me again. (Makes one wonder-doesn't it) During the summer months, when she would come home, I was working as a lifeguard at the local pool, and she would see me there and sit and watch me work (must have been the 2 piece I reckon) CHAPTER II---
Well, about 3 yrs. later, I was driving home from work past my old highschool, and there was a group of young women playing softball. I stopped to ask if I could join, needed to try out and all that, then the girls had to "take a vote" on whether or not to let this 'older' girl join. And of course Colleen was the big mouth captain, and I knew fully well that she wanted me to join, she was just makin' a fuss so as not to let on she liked me, 'cause back then no-one was gay in our little town, except maybe Phillip the shoe man- but that's another story!!
We played softball for many years after that, travelled to tournaments so we could be together. She would stay overnite at my house, sleep in my bed (never sleep she would confess later), just wanted to be close and touch. Went to the drive-in (alot), would pretend to fall asleep in her lap.............. Ahh-- but the first kiss was not really a kiss at all, just being soooo close in bed, you could feel her breath on your face, pretending to be asleep, lips touching, arms over each other (it's still like that today you know) only now we do sleep!!!!
I asked her why she left the convent, and of course it was the old cliche'- "I kicked the HABIT-- because I didn't get Nun!!! hehe
She is my rock as some of you have already stated. She is the most brilliant woman I know, and that would make her blush if she were reading this!!!
I'm 58 and she is 55-- it has been a lifetime, but I'm ready to spend another 30 years with the love of my life!! Jeanne