I don’t know why I’m telling this story, but the word is candor, so…
When I was 19, even though I was gay, I had sex with a girl named Valerie. I was totally infatuated with a guy named Paul. He was straight, of course. This was always the case whenever I developed a crush.
I found out through my inner circle grapevine that Paul had had sex with Valerie. Valerie was in my group of hang out friends. Paul was not.
I had first met Valerie when she just came up and started talking to me during the intermission of some school play I was attending. We became friends.
Each of our small group of friends merged into one bigger group. The group consisted of:
Trudy, whose doctor father bought her a new car every time her current car’s ashtray became full; or so it seemed (we all smoked. Cigarettes and pot).
Vanessa, Valerie’s younger sister by one year.
Walter, who had 7 brothers and sisters and was very flamboyant.
Jack, a fellow percussionist who was really into jazz and had a twin sister.
John, the resident comedian, and clarinet-playing weightlifter.
Sylvia, who had her own house, and hosted our late night weekend parties.
Valerie had developed a crush on me. I finally figured out that’s why she started talking to me in the first place. She was fairly promiscuous.
So, when I found out that she had had sex with Paul, I figured it was a way to indirectly connect with him. It caused all kinds of complications, of course. We began hating each other.
After a while, the group split back into its original 2 clans. So, I went back to hanging out with Jack, John, and Sylvia. My infatuation with Paul lessened. I would see him and think of Valerie. By the same token, I would see Valerie and think of Paul. It was all so confusing.
The next year, my sister, who was a freshman, joined our group. It stayed intact until we all left school.
Jack became the band director at a Catholic High School. He’s still there. He sometimes performs in a group at the VFW.
Sylvia became the band director at a high school of a small Arkansas town. She’s still there.
John became the music instructor at a school for the blind and deaf. He’s still there. He plays in a Dixieland jazz band on the weekends.
My sister joined the military and retired a Master Sergeant.
I don’t know what happened to the others.