Oh man! The beginning hours of February 7, 1998 were so amazing.
Sarah and I began a phone conversation at one in the morning and we didn’t hang up until four o’clock. We had the best time! I told her things about me that not many people know. I told her about two Florida girls, Syndi and my pen pal Emily.
I just read my May 8, 1995 entry, the one about Syndi and I under the waterfall, and because I was so young and so scared, I didn’t even reveal the full events of that evening to the pages of my journal. That entry is missing a great deal. Maybe it’s just retrospect, the me of now looking back on the me of then, that was needed for the truth of that night to be revealed to me.
Either way, early this morning, I told Sarah, my girlfriend, the story of Syndi and the story of why I broke up with Jeni. The truth is I had begun to hate how physical my relationship with Jeni had become. We never had sex, but I just felt like a dirty slimy dog of a pervert because I began to care more about where I could touch her with my hands than I did the quality of our conversations.
I then told Sarah how I had only known Syndi for two weeks prior to our May 7th, 1995 escapade and how wild it was for me to be around her because, well…because Syndi had (and I’m sure she still has) beautiful, large, firm, gravity-defying breasts that simply demanded male eye-contact. It was wild to be with her because I was used to Jeni, who was relatively flat-chested. So, for me to be lying under a blanket of stars, beneath a beautiful waterfall, next to the most well-endowed girl I had even known, who kept saying she was cold, well…I began to pray. If I felt like a slimy dog with flat-chested Jeni, how would I be if I was holding the insanely curvy Syndi? I feared I wouldn’t be able to control my hands or my whole self.
And, of course, I went on to tell Sarah about how after I offered to hold Syndi to keep her warm, she began talking about sex. Now I left this part out of my 1995 entry, but Syndi talked for a while about sex with her ex-boyfriend, and then she eventually said with a whisper, “Jacob, are you going to wait until you are married to have sex?”
With her breasts against my chest, I said, half giving up and half begging for mercy, “Well, that’s the way I had planned it.”
And I don’t know how much time had passed. It could have been a second. It could have been a minute. But eventually Syndi said, “Well, I guess we better go then.”
I have since concluded that God used that night, that beautiful girl, and that cleansing waterfall to purify me, and show me that I was not a slimy dirty dog, but a man who loved and respected women.
Sarah and I had a good laugh, mainly because I’m somewhat of a Christian leader on campus and not viewed as one who would talk so openly about my love of breasts to my own girlfriend. When trying to explain the shape of Syndi’s body to Sarah, I said, “Well, let’s just say, she’s is closer to your neck of the woods.” Sarah laughed forever.
It was then I told my girlfriend that I greatly enjoy her. I love to look at her. I love to hold her. I think she has a beautiful body, an amazing face, and I find her very sexy and pleasing to look at. Our physical relationship is not a very big one, but I enjoy it greatly.
She thanked me for telling her that.
We continued talking and she told me some of her stories. I also gave her a brief summary of Emily and I and even read some of Emily’s old letters to her.
She then told me that for the first time in a relationship, she was not jealous of the other girls in her man’s life. Then she started crying. And she said it felt so good not to have that burden.
I told her she has no reason to be jealous of the girls of yesterday, for they have helped make me who I am today, the me that loves her. I owe them so much for that.
Sarah is in the picture below; it was taken during a performance of the Christmas Concert.
Can you find her? She is the beautiful one.
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