My Summer of Love

Santa-Catalina-Island-became-famous-because-of-a-1958-song-about-the-island-of-romanceSummer Memories (Part One)

Martha. An old-fashioned name for an old-fashioned girl. The moment I met her I admired her. She was one of three sisters. There was a “rebellious one,” a “baby-of-the-family,” and a “good one.” Martha was the good one. She was scholarly, respectful of others, a good actress (we met in drama class), and, oh, yeah, seriously pretty. 

So shortly after getting my driver’s license, I asked her out. I begged Mom for the car keys and blew all my paper route money taking smart-pretty good girl Martha to a romantic movie (Doctor Zhivago) and a French restaurant with an unpronounceable name. I just knew this was going to be it, my first Love With a Capital L!

But the date, unlike the movie, was less than epic. Our conversation was strained–Martha seemed uncomfortable the whole time (I wasn’t exactly Mr. Smooth). And then, during the final make-or-break “well, goodnight” moment… Let’s just say she kissed like my grandma. We didn’t go out again.

A year passed.

I’d spent the first few days of spring break with a friend’s voluptuous blond cousin, who was visiting from Texas, and the moment she left had booked a flight to visit her in Amarillo. I was deeply in lust. But the next day I drove to Newport Beach to hang out with our high school drama gang. One of whom turned out to be good-little-Christian-girl Martha. She was still smart, still good, still pretty; plus, she looked amazing in a bikini. But she wanted nothing to do with me. She’d heard about my infamous girl from Texas fling and decided I’d turned “shallow and worldly.”

Then the famous “Summer of Love” arrived. I organized a day-trip to Catalina Island for our drama group. Most brought dates. Martha came with a soft-spoken non-drama type named Ted. I was due to visit my fling from Texas next week, so I didn’t have a date. But Catalina (just 26 miles from the SoCal coast) isn’t called “the island of romance” for nothing. The beaches and bayside walks are made for lovers…

And for teenagers in love with love.

(To read the Conclusion, click here)

About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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20 Responses to My Summer of Love

  1. Gee, I wonder how THIS is going to turn out… ?😏

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Tausha J. says:

    Aww, what a tease!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Beck says:

    Can’t wait for the next post!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. says:

    The typical cliff hanger. I can’t wait for the next episode.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Dora says:

    Seriously, when is this coming out in theaters? I’m a sucker for a good romance 🙂

    Liked by 2 people

  6. Masterstroke expressing limerence. Devil’s fingers tapping until next… 🙂 when it arrives, only when it arrives.

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  7. Kim Smyth says:

    I’m waiting! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  8. joyroses13 says:

    OH you just had to leave us hanging…..! I will be back tomorrow. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  9. K.L. Hale says:

    “Kissed like my grandmother “… 🙃😆 are you writing a new screenplay?

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Seriously… I was clicking “to be continued” thinking it’s a link to the rest of the story and a tad frustrated because I thought my mouse just died. Mitch, you sure know how to get your readers back for more. Please don’t make us wait too long the suspense is agony.

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  11. Joan says:

    Eagerly awaiting what comes next❗️

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  12. Ann Coleman says:

    I’ll have to hear the end of this one! (And BTW, Martha is a family name on my mother’s side. It is a good name!)

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  14. Can’t wait to see what’s next. Good storytelling, Mitch!

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