Isabelle the first and hopefully not the last

The summer heat has been upon us for a while and it has been exhausting.

  When I was a little kid I used to go to summer camp for a few weeks every summer,

 this went on for 3 or 4 years.

For an only child this was not the easiest of experiences , but, it was far from traumatic.

I remember swimming in those cold Laurentian lakes,

 wouldn’t that be fabulous in 45 degree weather?

Singing songs by the campfire and a beautiful camp counselor whose name was, Isabelle.

In my memory, Isabelle has long, almost straw coloured hair, she wears a red t-shirt and cutoff  jean shorts.

She  smelled vaguely of shampoo and a bug spray and tucked us in at night.

Luminous, perfection— captured in memory.

I must have been 8 or 9 and I remember her being the first woman I wanted to be close to.

It was love.

I know, I know– what the hell do you know about love at 8?

Well, I knew from that day forward that women were it for me.

I doubt that Isabelle was even a lesbian,

 I wasn’t,

 I was a kid but,

 I knew that my eventual love would come in the shape of a woman.

Maybe not that clearly but, I knew.

I also remember noticing that she didn’t wear a bra under her t-shirt,

 so obviously my thoughts were not all chaste. 🙂

She liked me and I must have looked at her with stars in my eyes.

I know I’m rambling. It’s the heat.

The reason I’m telling you all this is that last night I had dinner with friends.

 We had a great time.

Good food, good company and I remembered that I can be and have, fun.

I lose that occasionally, this I blame on hormones, and an all work no play kind of life.

So, here’s to fun and not taking things too seriously,

 and perhaps recapturing the feel of a cold mountain lake , the warmth and smell of a bonfire and

the wonder of an Isabelle.

I know a girl, she has brown eyes and perfect lips and she looks at me and,

 I feel special, I am special.

Perhaps that is enough.

Later girls

have some fun

BB

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Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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