12/09/04--My baby....she wrote me a letter

So last evening, I get home a little late, because our jury decided to deliberate for 4 freaking hours on a refusal case because one of the jurors wasn't sure what the legal definition of "impaired" was.  UGH.  But I walk into the house, and Kim is waiting there with our friend Pam, who's getting ready to move out of town the very next day, and who we've invited out for dinner before she leaves town.  Well, I apologize all over myself for being late, and the ladies are very understanding, and then the wife, in a tone I'm not used to from her, says:
"Oh, by the way, you got some, uh.....mail today."
Now right away I'm wondering what's up, because she never makes a deal out of the fact that I've gotten mail.  So I ask what she means.
"Well, it looks like you've gotten a Christmas card from somebody."
AH-HA!  This is getting curiouser and curiouser.
So I glance down at the envelope, which is addressed to:  Jeff Bowdren, and then I look at the return address.

Kimberly Durrance

Former girlfriend.  Former girlfriend as in.....girlfriend right before Kim.  Hmm, looks like we've got an appearence by the old green eyed monster.  So I tell them that I'll look at it when I get home, but not before giving Kim a dig about how undoubtably Kimberly is sending me a card because she knows exactly what in the hell she left behind.  Yep, I'm all that and a bag of chips.  Nice dinner at Bucca De Beppo, little bit of the chicken marsala & some lasagna--I'm stuffed like a tick on a fat dog and we head for home.
To the card.  And I open it, praying that there is nothing of a...hmm...tawdry nature inside (photo's etc).  And its a very nice Christmas wish for "you and your family".
Which of course, was not the way the envelope was addressed.  Not that any women pointed that out to me mind you.  Ahem.  So I show it to Kim, who seems very non-plused by the whole thing, perhaps thinking she had been making something out of nothing.  And then...my little pisspot jumps into the fray.
"Who's Kimberly?" she asks.
"That's someone that Jeff used to date before he met me." Kim replies.
"Why is she sending Jeff a card?"
"I don't know."
"Can I see it?"
So she begins to look over the card and blurts out this little gem...
"Um, Mom...how come she put a heart next to her name on the card?"

Oh yeah.  The game is afoot!

And I'll admit, Kim was totally cool about it.  Oh sure, the ladies at work were practically apeshit with the thought that some ex-girlfriend had sent me a holiday card...particularly one that is addressed to ME...and not to the family.  And exactly how did she get my address?  (I gave it to her when  I moved in)  Thankfully, as one person pointed out, my wife is a very cool lady.  She handled it very gracefully and without any jealousy.  Which apparently not how most of the women in my office would've handled it.

Kimberly Durrance.  She was an interesting young lady.  I met her through another online friend, Kynda Clark from Texas.  It was mid to late summer of 1998.  I was still living in Wilton Manors and one night Kynda invited me to come into a chatroom and join her and a couple of other friends that she had met online.  She introduced me to Kimberly, who was from Orlando.  She was everything I did NOT want in a woman.  Religious, out of town and with a couple of kids.  Naturally love hits you when you least expect it.  We started many nights of long conversations and found ourselves becoming interested.  I mean, can you really fall in love with someone over the phone?  I suppose that's what happened to us both.  And the next weekend I made plans to go up to Orlando (crashed at Mom & Dad's pad) and go out with this person that I hadn't actually met.  Now, you have to understand the whole mindset of the time.  I was not yet "officially" divorced from the former Mrs Me # 2, although the proceedings were in the works.  Other than one ill advised fling (thank you Mr. Slankas!), I had not really returned to the whole romance field.  So I go up to Orlando, and we had decided to meet at a restaurant up there by where she lived, and I got out of the car and was walking towards the front door when this car pulls into the parking lot and I see this woman looking at me.  Looking at me, ya know, in a way that you like a woman to look at you.  So she stops the car, the window comes down and she sorta says.."Jeff?"  And I was like.....OMAN.  Not only had she been nice to talk to on the phone....she was smoking hot.  Jackpot!  Well, we skipped the restaurant that night, and we drove away planning on maybe going to one of the nightclubs over by Universal.  Well then, it just started POURING rain.
So we sat in the car, sort of trapped, talking and getting to know one another.  No, not in a biblical way.  And since she worked for Disney, she had all the insights into what to do at night.  So she asked me if I've ever ridden the monorail at night.
Nope.  So we park the car, and get on the monorail.  Which is empty.  Okay class.
Show of hands.  Who's seen the Tom Cruise movie, "Risky Business"??  Anyone?
Bueller?  Anyone?  Let me just remind you...if you have seen it, of the famous scene with Tom and that oh-so-hot Rebecca De Mornay on the subway.  We riding the subway, kissing, making out a little bit....and then...she tells me that there are cameras in every car and people that watch them...to insure passenger safety.
So I'm looking up for a camera...and she gets over and straddles me.  Holy crap.
It was one of the greatest moments of my life.
And...of course...I'd tell you more...but, ya know...my Dad reads this thing every once in a blue moon....and it would just be too creepy knowing my Dad knew about this.  Tomorrow....Kimberly and I continue our romance.  My first since my seperation.  An actual legitimate girlfriend again.  It had only been 10 years since I had been on the dating scene.  Talk about weird.
Part 2 tomorrow.

Later,
Jeff