Chapter 1: The Golf Pencil Revelation
In previous posts, I’ve given glimpses into our PF lifestyle and mentioned that I’d like to describe the journey that we’ve taken to get to this point. Well, my wife is travelling with her family this week, so my chore load has been cut in half, and I might just have time to try and get through some of it.
I’m in my mid 50’s and my wife is in her mid 40’s, we’ve been together (dating and marriage) for 20 years. We’ve discovered a lot together over the past 20 years, but I’d also be remiss if I didn’t mention the events from my earlier life that were key to the direction I’ve taken. I don’t think I’ll stick to chronological order, but instead highlight major turning points.
I’m not a very good writer, and I’m not sure if some of what we’ve been through is true to this sub. It also does contain a fair amount of SPH, but only to the extent that it is one of the key reasons we have lovingly adopted the PF lifestyle.
I apologize in advance if any of my posts break a community rule or are otherwise outside the scope of this community. I’ll also apologize in advance if I ramble on too much or drift off topic. If my story is just a bore to everyone, please feel free to tell me to stop! Anyway, here goes…
Chapter 1: The Golf Pencil Revelation
I grew up and live in a small town. There were only about 80 kids in my class going through school, so secrets don’t stay secret for long. Midway through my sophomore year in school, I was lucky enough to find myself dating a girl I’d been crushing on all year. Her family had moved to town the previous summer. She was pretty and funny, easy to talk to, had a very cool west coast accent and also ran with a much bigger crowd than I did. We did the whole going to a movie thing, going to a couple games together, hanging out uptown and of course parking! She was also my first sexual experience, where my pants came off. We didn’t have sex, but more like a quick handjob sort of thing. It was amazing and probably lasted all of about 30 seconds. Obviously, I was ecstatic, and we were both giddy as, well, school kids when I dropped her off.
The next day I had to leave with my family for a weekend get-away, so I didn’t get a chance to talk to anyone until the next week.
Come Monday, I was walking around school all full of myself, still heady from Friday night’s adventure. I ran into her with a group of people between classes and she kinda seemed weird. But as time was short, I didn’t think much of it. Later, after lunch break, I pass a group of seniors in the hall and being assholes, one of them tries to trip me. I saw it coming and stepped over his foot but kind of bumped into him in the process, to which he says, “Hey, watch out there pencil dick!” Like I said, they were a bunch of A-hole seniors, so I thought nothing of it. Until the next day…
I was late getting to school, so I went straight to my first class. I didn’t make it to my locker until after 1st period. When I get to my locker there is a small yellow golf pencil taped to it. I thought that was strange, but it’s high school so everything is usually strange, so I just left it there. Finally, after school I ripped it off my locker and tossed it in the trash on the way out. The next day it’s there again. So again, I threw it away.
I finally managed to catch up with my girl on the phone Tuesday night. Again, she’s really not acting the same, and finally tells me that she doesn’t want to keep dating. Had a whole bunch of excuses and apologies. I was shocked and really sad, and still down in the dumps the next morning when I again found the stupid pencil taped to my locker. This time as I’m ripping it off my locker, I put it all together in my head and it all makes since. I was mortified! The only good part was the humiliation pretty much ended any sad feelings I had about the breakup.
A couple weeks later, I found out that she’d been seeing a senior as well as me, and that weekend I was gone with my parents, they started hooking up too and were an item for the rest of the year. The snide remarks from other kids in the hall and the stupid golf pencil kept up on and off for the rest of the school year. It was a constant source of humiliation. But more importantly, today I can see that it was probably the first of many seeds planted in my brain that would grow and lead me to who I am today.
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