Dirty Granny Blog

Being an older female concerned about her body weight I made a regular practice of riding my mountain bike each week. In the summer months I even rode more often and even after work as the daylight was longer and the evening cooler for exercise purposes. After one particular lengthy Friday evening ride I had the unfortunate experience of a flat tire near the end of the trail in the local park.

As I stood there blatantly expressing my mood I heard a voice from behind me.

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“Julie… Julie Canfield?” the voice behind me brought me out of the deep thought I had been giving to whether I wanted ranch or French onion dip on the potato chip I held in my hand. I turned to see a handsome smiling face I hadn’t seen in thirty years, since the summer after graduation.

“It’s Julie Bancroft now,” I said to my senior year boyfriend, Cal McCoy.  “How are you, Cal?” I continued.

“I’m doing great Julie, and you look fantastic!” he exclaimed. “Bancroft, 
eh? So, do I get to meet the guy who married the best looking girl at 
Central?”

“Afraid not, Cal,” I replied, “Bill couldn’t get away to join me for the 
reunion. I almost didn’t come myself, but since I missed the 25th, I 
figured this one might be the last chance to see some of the old gang.

“Well, I’m glad you made it Julie, it’s so good to see you after all these 
years,” Cal said, still wearing that fabulous smile that had caused me to 
fall in love with him three decades ago. “Why didn’t we end up together?” 
Cal asked, with a more serious tone in his voice.

“Don’t you remember?” I giggled, “You went off to the Army and I went off to 
college. After about a half dozen letters back and forth I guess we both 
just moved on.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he replied, “But it’s a damned shame because 
you are still gorgeous!” The smile had returned.

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