Parting Ways

(Northern Misssouri 1967) She was the only girl in fifth grade that wore a bra. He knew she wore a bra because he could always see her bra strap through her white cotton blouses that she wore every day. He sat right behind her the entire school year and spent much of his time fascinated by that bra strap. He spent the rest of his time fascinated by the fact that it fascinated him so much. The two of them walked home from school together everyday. It was the very first day that she had smiled at him and said, "Here, I'll let you carry my books." And everyday afterwards, he carried her books until they came to his house, then he would hand them back to the little blonde haired, green eyed girl and tell her, "See ya tomorrow." Toward the end of the school year, she invited him to her birthday party. When the dozen or so kids decided they wanted to play hide and seek, she had taken his hand and whispered, "Come with me...we'll hide in the basement." The two of them tiptoed down the steps into the darkness and hid beneath the stairs. They knelt silently in the darkness for a few minutes, then suddenly the little blonde haired, green eyed girl put her face close to his and kissed him on the lips. A tingle ran through his body...she giggled, "Did you like that? Now...you kiss me." He did...and he liked the warm, fuzzy feeling it gave him. He decided right there and then that he would kiss lots of girls. (West Texas - Last Saturday Night) He walked her up to her door, then bent down and gave her a tiny kiss on the lips. He stared into her blue eyes and said, "I'm gettin' pretty attached to you." She turned her head almost as if embarrassed, "I'm getting pretty attached to you, too." He smiled in the darkness, "That's...a good thing." Then he turned and walked to his pickup, backed out of the driveway, and drove off into the night. As he drove through the darkness, he realized that he liked the warm, fuzzy feeling she gave him. He decided right then and there that he was through kissing lots of girls. He just wanted to kiss one... This, my friends, is where we part ways. The ol' Rusty Goat is off on an adventure of a lifetime...and...well, more than two is going to be a bit crowded. So, thanks for tagging along for all these months...but I got it now. Ha...caught ya by surprise, didn't I? I know there are some with their mouths wide open right now...get yourselves together...it'll be alright. What started out as a simple blog on the week to week adventures of a fifty something year old single guy quickly turned into a phenomenon...an instant success. Within a few months, the Rusty Goat had thousands of faithful followers dropping by to catch up on his weekly adventures. During the last six months of 2009, nearly a half a million people read at least one Rusty Goat story and during the first three months of 2010, the Rusty Goat website received over 160,000 hits. This author struggled from day one to remain anonymous and up to this very moment, has confided his association with the fictional Rusty Goat to only three family members. But as time passed, more and more people became aware of the existance of the Rusty Goat and, just like Bruce Wayne and Batman, some made the connection. Not one has ever confronted me with their knowledge. Instead, they 'gave themselves up' one by one by a slip of the tongue, a look that told me they knew, and on occassion even an unexpected hug...with no explanation. As I became aware that some of those people close to me knew, it became increasingly difficult to tell my stories the way I wanted to tell them...and so, I decided the time has come to stop telling them. It was never, ever my intention to hurt anyone...or embarrass them...instead I just wanted to give them their fifteen minutes of fame that I felt they deserved. The adventures of the Rusty Goat was never about the Rusty Goat...or about me. They were stories about the unique and interesting people I met as I ventured out into a whole new world. All of the people in my stories made an impression on me...some good and a few not so good. But, I look back and realize that they enriched my life...some for a dance or two, some for a month or two...and some have touched me in a way that will last a lifetime. I thank each one of them for making a contribution to my life...for taking the time to make my life better...whether they ever realized it or not. So what now? Well, lucky for you, I have quite a few stories that I never published...and I'm sure there are some that you missed the first time around. Think of it like summer TV....reruns! Who knows, if I really come across an adventure that I just can't resist telling you about, I might even throw in a new story every now and then. And...if I find myself having to 'get back out there' and start all over again somewhere down the road...there'll be lot's of stories to tell. But don't hold your breath...I have other irons in the fire. Sooo...can the ol' Rusty Goat really give up chasing women? Ha-ha, I don't intend to. I plan on just chasing one...and I'll have to keep moving pretty fast...'cause she don't sit still long! All in all, life is good. Matter of fact, I can't see it getting any better than this. Well, maybe there is one little thing that might make it better...no, I ain't telling ya...it ain't none of your business! Gotta go...I have a dance to go to...it's called LIFE. What about you? Ya just gonna sit there...or are ya gonna dance?

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