my old friend found me today

Sylvia

I knew her back in the 70's. She was a rather plane girl, short, thin, long brown hair, parted down the middle, a hippy sort of girl, lost trying to find her way. Had two small boys, rather close together. the three of them lived together in a welfare appartment, barly getting by. Sylvia had one boyfriend after another, each one she hopped would become the husband she desperatly needed to save her and be a father and husband and bring her out of her proverty state. She would do everything she could each time, to try her best to show each man she met that she was loving, loyal and kind, but each time they used her and threw her aside, only wanting sex and nothing more. Untill one night two of the men met out in the yard and a fight started, and one man died.

Dan was there. she had met him at a bowling alley. They struck up a plesent conversation over a tall glass of long island ice tea, and left around midnight. She told him about her last boyfriend that she was trying to unload. Sylvia had thought he was nice enough untill she caught him one night wearing her night gown. He explaned that he liked wearing womans cloths and that freaked her out. HE said that he loved the feeling of the silkeness next to his skin and that there wasn't anythng wrong with this, he wasn't gay, it was just something he enjoyed in privet. He asked he very nicely to accept it. but she couldn't. she told him it wasn't something she could accept because she was raising little boys and didn't want them following in that lifestyle. so he started to stalk her. he followed her to work and started making trouble there. things went bad quickly.

On about the 4th date with Dan, this transvestite showed up when Dan was at her appartment, trouble started. cars went screaching away. she heard the noise from the cars for blocks away. soon sirens. unknoweninly to both men, her mother lived right around the corner, so the accident happen very close to her mothers house. the cars crashed. Dan was taken to the hospital. the transvestite fled. a couple days later he died. Sylvia read about it in the paper. Her mother told her of a horriable crash in front of the house last week when they all got home from bowling. She started to cry. "You mean they were fighting over YOU?" as unbelievable as that seemed to her, yes, they were. Dan was defending me, and the boys. and the other guy fled, and is now on the run. But the mothers biggest shock was that two men would fight over plane ole sylvia. just plane ole sylvia.

She has never been the same.

Untill now.

She contacted me today on Facebook. its been almost 40 years. yes, still bothers her, her boys have no memory. She finally did find a husband that loved her for all her live and he had another son and twin daughters. She is a very beautiful woman today. Still modle thin and dark brown hair with bright blue eyes, and a smile that would brighten up any dark room.

Time heals all wounds.