Moonstruck

Aww isn't he sweet? This is Miles's senior high school picture.

It's true that I loved Steve Bryson, my junior/senior year high school boyfriend, very much. I cannot resist early Capricorns (those born between Winter Solstice and January 6 or 7th). Steve was a doll. He brought my mother roses on her birthday, he made all of us laugh, he could cook and was clever and sweet - and he was so sexy, he was.

Also true is that I loved David Ingersoll, my boyfriend during tenth grade. He was very handsome, noble, decent - and - he played bass in a funk band, the Soulphonics. I mean really, what's not to love about that? C'mon.

But the only time I was ever moonstruck was somewhat later on. Miles was my little brother's best friend. For a long time, maybe more than a year, my brother kept saying, "You have to meet Miles. You have to." I brushed him off, of course. My brother was seven years younger than I. For heaven's sake.

The day I met Miles, it was not on purpose. My sister was driving my brother to Miles's house. I happened to be in the car. I'll never forget it. When we turned the corner onto his street, Something Happened. My attention was riveted on the funny looking, long haired young kid waiting on the sidewalk. When we pulled up to the house, Miles and I stared into each other's eyes, he from the sidewalk, me from the back seat of the car. We could not stop gazing at each other. It was truly astonishing.

Something happened.

The next day I went over to his house and from that moment onwards for another three years we were lovers, partners, and true loves. He was 16 when I met him and I was 23 - that's a huge difference in age at that moment in life. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. We were moonstruck. Come to think of it, he, too, is a bass player. So maybe I just have a thing for bass players. You think?

Needless to say it all fell apart. When I think about it, it's kind of amazing that it lasted as long as it did.

I googled him a few years ago, just to see. He was a lawyer for awhile; lived in NYC and oddly lived in San Francisco at the same time I lived there, though we never saw each other. Then he went to med school. Now he practices medicine in Santa Rosa, California. He is married and has some kids.

The conclusions of love stories are never quite as interesting as their beginnings, are they? I could write about the end of our relationship, but ... oh well. The important thing to say here is that I still hold Miles in the most tender way in my heart. I will always love him. It was true love, just like the movies, just like the poems and songs. It really was the most romantic love of my life.

Who was your first true love? Are you willing to tell the story?? Please?


This is a pic of Dr. Miles Mitchell I found on the internet. Still my beloved, separated only by time/space. Oh yeah.