by Carol P. Bartlett

Created on: September 17, 2008   Last Updated: October 31, 2008

When I turned Thirty years old, I was divorced and alone. I had to work the day of my birthday. And when I got home in the afternoon I had a pity party instead of a birthday party.

I was sitting around the house feeling sorry for myself. The telephone rang; it was a man I had been admiring for quite a while. I was surprised and pleased that he had called. He said, " Happy Birthday Beautiful," I was totally embarrassed, I told him thanks for remembering and for the call. He wanted to know what I was doing later that night. I told him I didn't have any plans for later that night. He asked if I would like some pizza and I said sure. He said he would pick one up and bring it by later in the evening.

Oh my gosh, I have never been that nervous in my whole life. I hadn't dated since I was a teenager. I took a quick shower, and put on some perfume. I was dressed an hour before he arrived. I saw his headlights in the drive and turned on the porch light. I went to the door to let him in and he was smiling at me. I put the pizza in the kitchen and we sat on the couch and talked forever.

He and I worked together. I was a supervisor and he worked in another department. Anyway we finally ate the pizza and watched some television. We were sitting close together on the couch. He looked at me and smiled, I knew he was going to kiss me, I was so nervous and he sensed it. Finally he said, "let me kiss you and get it over with so you want be so nervous." And he did, and I melted into a puddle, you could have licked me up off of the floor. He tasted absolutely delicious. He was a terrific kisser. We started dating and I fell completely in love.

He on the other hand was a player, I didn't know it at the time. Later I learned that he had a girl friend in another county, she was his wild drinking and party girl, I was his sweet, loving and caring girlfriend, by the time I knew about her, I didn't want to give him up. He made me feel like I hadn't felt in many years. I laughed and always enjoyed his company. I am a touchy lovey person, and so was he.

I give excellent body rubs and he loved them. I treated him like a king, and he returned the affection and treated me like a queen. When it was over, my heart was destroyed. I had lost the only true love I'd ever known. Turning thirty was the best year of my life, I was taught how to love again, I'll never forget that monumental night when I turned Thirty.

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