Sunday by h -day 3

Ahh, first love. The Cowboy. Instead of talking about him, I shall make a short list of the many reasons my parents greatly disliked him:
• His Wranglers scratched the paint on my car where he sat on the fender whilst we conducted our hours long make out sessions in the dark,
• Calling him required using long distance, a costly ten cents a minute in those days of land-lines,
• He was younger than me so I always had to drive wherever we went (that and he had no vehicle with which to drive anyway),
• definitely not last OR least, I think they were afraid that I was so smitten that I'd never go to college and I'd stay in ML and marry the farm boy.

And to close, a sweet picture of our Sunday/playday:


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