I was watching the 1978 film, SAME TIME NEXT YEAR, with Alan Alda and Ellen Burstyn…
It was like 5 AM and I woke up early for radio and turned on the tube. It brought back memories of seeing the hit movie in the theater back in 1978. I watched as the story unfolded about a man and a woman who met at an out of way hotel one evening – both married – and began an affair that night. They continued to meet then for nearly 30 years, one weekend a year, until they were senior citizens. The night they met they were young and in love and it lasted a lifetime. Boy, what a tear jerker.
Remember the Johnny Mathis/Jane Oliver theme song, "HELLO I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME..BUT I’M HOPING ALL THE SAME THIS IS MORE THAN JUST A SIMPLE HELLO…"
Yep, all my memories of the important ladies in my life began to flash through my mind…..
There was Mary Nootz, the blondie life guard I met at the Georgetown apartments pool at age 14. I fell madly in love with her, her blue bathing suit, our romantic nights sneaking out, what her parents would never know. Even the smell of chlorine from the water. I thought I would die and go to heaven when she let me feel her breasts. I loved her – she left me at 15 and we got back together at 17 – but it was never the same….
At Arizona State, there was Karen Kirby, a Miss ASU. Nobody was more beautiful. The night she called and asked me out I was 10 feet tall. I was her first lover. Boy, was I happy and in love. "I’m gonna marry this girl," I thought. Then she left me for a restaurant owner named Bob Sikora of the Bobby McGee‘s restaurant chain and married him instead. We got back together in 1989, but again, it just wasn’t the same.
Then there was Terri Gatewood, a waitress at Stanford’s in the early 1980’s. She loved me deeply. Terri was all for me going to Hollywood and she came with me. I was crazy in love with Terri, the love of my life. I was 27 and she was 24 – we’d last forever – it lasted two years in LA. and she married somebody else. She came to see me in KC around 2001, but it was never the same…
Then it happened again in 2002; I met the perfect girl, Connie Parker. Blonde, blue-eyed, midwestern morals, I fell in love and we would be married. We would last forever and we were married for five years. Today she lives with another man that she loves, not me.
I’ve been a ladies man since I was 15.
Too many women, too many lost loves. Yet when I see movies like SAME TIME NEXT YEAR and hear songs like that one – YES THE LAST TIME I FELT LIKE THIS I WAS FALLING IN LOVE, FALLING AND FALLING I NEVER FELT THIS WAY BEFORE – a tear rolls down my check.
I wipe it away and think "I’m alone. I loved all those women and ended up alone"
The price one pays for being a lady’s man is quite high. And on some lonely nights, or a holiday, it’s quite hard on one’s emotions.
HELLO I JUST STOPPED TO SAY HELLO….and it would last the rest of our lives.