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First date disasters…boy to I have a doozy.

I was raised in the 80’s and though most of my friends had been dating since the 8^th grade, my parents were good parents and were insistent that I would not be going on car dates until I was 16. I was three months from that mark when an upper classmen, God bless him—he recently passed away and this memory is such a fond one of him, finally got up the courage to ask me out. He was as nervous as I was I think.

I think my parents struggled with me going, but they knew his parents and relented. So the big night came. The first Friday I’d be having a real car date. After dark even. ;)

Donnie came roaring into my drive-way in his dad’s four-wheel drive pick-up to get me and had another boy with him, which was unexpected and my parents weren’t too happy with it, but he assured them we were going to fetch Eddie’s date as soon as we left.

We didn’t exactly get that far. Allegedly we had a while before she would be ready and the boys thought it would be a good idea to go muddin’. Now if you’re not from the south and aren’t a redneck by blood, you might not be familiar with this term. Let me describe it. You take your daddy’s four-wheel vehicle out and find the muckiest, muddiest road you can and see how many deep puddles of goo you can make it through. Oh yeah, it’s a lot of fun, as long as you don’t go getting stuck.

Like we did.

I grew up just outside an Army installation and on the back side of it was what used to be a bombing range, but was no longer in use…Oh, and before I go any further—it was the middle of December and in Missouri at that time of year it’s colder than a witches tit.  And it had rained and rained and rained and rained and rained for days and days and days. Oh, yeah. The boys thought this was terrific idea to go the “range” and do this muddin’. We made it through several tough spots and before Donnie could get stopped long enough to realize what he was doing, he drove into the river. Yes, it was out of its banks and not looking too pretty at all. It wasn’t all that deep where we got stopped, but boy’s howdy were we stuck! To the axles I might add. And the temperatures were dropping, rapidly.

Bear in mind, this was before cell phones.

Now, I’d taken great pains to look my very best for this first date and had on my best jeans and best button down shirt like was all the craze and had on my best pair of white tennis shoes. Yes, white. And we were knee deep in mud. Eddie decides he’ll just carry me out on his back…(a little secret here, Donnie was a bit of a runt, but cute as a button). That carrying lasted all of two seconds and I found myself wading.

Did I mention we were about ten miles off the road?

Luckily, oh, two or three miles into our little stroll, a coon hunter happened by and picked us up and dropped us off at a friend’s house until the boys could figure out what to do about the truck, about me, and what the hell to tell my parents that wouldn’t bring hell raining down on their heads.

Needless to say, I did make curfew, but my parents were a bit infuriated. We were grounded until after the New Year and Donnie’s parents were none too happy to have to have a wrecker go pull the truck out the next morning after the ground thawed. Yes, men folk out there, the axles were busted at that point as was the pumpkin.

Disaster?

Uh, yeah!

It was fun as hell though and I miss Donnie. Hope there are plenty of good redneck women and lots of puddles in heaven, honey. You cross my mind often…

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