Cathy and I had our first 'real' date as boyfriend/girlfriend on January 4, 2000. After we'd had a lot of physicality back in October, I told her I wanted to back off and get to know each other better. I wanted this to work. So that meant no-motels! Motels are trouble. Although she lived in a small mobile home with her parents, we had to find a way to have privacy without motels. So we went back to the river we'd visited on December 9th.
When we first arrived, we started
walking, and there was a sign there that stated,"Motor vehicles prohibited, walkers
welcomed". I stopped and read that and said to Cathy,"Hmmm...that's
an interesting sign. It almost sounds like a trap." Then I took one
step and my leg disappeared into the ground up to my knee. I got
stuck and she had to help pull me out. It was as if God heard what I said and was
making fun of me. My leg just disappeared. It was actually a bunch of old
trees covered in all kinds of foliage and some dirt, and you couldn't tell.
I stepped between two trees and disappeared.
I brought some food for us and we sat on the dock on our towel. This time, however, the weather turned nasty. As we tried to eat, the towel was whipped by the wind and the temperture dropped. So I told Cathy we could sit in my trunk. She said no way, but after the wind got stronger she said okay. And so there we were sitting in my opened trunk, with a picnic towel lying in the bed of the trunk.
