Dec 02 2007
Adam of Soapiness
BIG GIGANTIC THANKS to Kimberly of Temporary? Insanity for hosting this week’s Soap Opera Sunday drama. Be sure to head over to her place to enter your link if you’re playing along, and to read all the other posts!
I find myself in the middle of so many sagas. One will be dropped, because I am suddenly in a position where I either need to lie, or I need to tell the truth, and I realize that I’m not actually comfortable with either option. So, it’s being back-burnered for now. Clearly there’s a lot of drama, both way-in-the-past and super-recent, and I’m just not ready to talk about it here right now. Nor is it all that great of a story anyway…
The other saga is about opera, but not SOAP opera, so it too will take a break for the weekend. Because on the weekends, you’re here looking for soapiness. And so, soapiness you shall have…
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I first met “Adam” when I was twelve. The first time I saw him was in Jerusalem. He had it all—athletic build, chocolate brown eyes, dark wavy hair, great sense of humor, and a smile to die for. He was 16…
He was SO out of my league.
And yes, at 12 years old, I was already every bit as boy-crazy as I was at 19 years old—which, just so we’re clear, is very VERY boy-crazy.
Adam and J (my then 15-year-old brother) were best friends and his little sister “Tara” was my best friend. There was genuine friendship there, I suppose, but mostly we were friends because, well, everyone else had fled the country by then. (They, too, would flee soon.)
I tried to be very quiet about my adoration for Adam. I knew that Adam couldn’t possibly be expected to see me as anything but a little girl, and I would have died of humiliation had he ever found out how I felt about him. So, I didn’t tell Tara or J or ANYONE.
One day, J reported that Adam had told him that I had a beautiful face (I could always count on J to tell me everything his friends ever said about me, good or bad) and that he thought my eyes were “intoxicating.” INTOXICATING, people!!!! That’s what he said! (Can you imagine my 12-year-old self squealing over that? Squealing silently, of course. We couldn’t let on to J or anyone else how much such a statement meant to me!) J, of course, thought it was trivial. Adam clearly didn’t like me, he just thought I had intoxicating eyes…
About halfway through the war, Adam and Tara and their parents fled to Cyprus.
I didn’t see either of them again until one fateful day… six years later.
And, hmmmmm. It looks like this is turning into a saga…
I’ll head back later today to read–but wanted to say I went to Temporary? Insanity’s site and she said there was a Mr. Linky, but for whatever reason, it didn’t show up on my screen. So, now I don’t know how to link up and let everyone know I’m doing the SOS. Help–thank you!!
I am so loving your opera saga, and it seems plenty “soapy” to me! But now you have me caught up in this one so now I don’t know which one I am wishing for more from!! Aaahh the life you have led/ are leading Darlin’! No wonder you call it SOS! Hope the everyday drama is settling down a bit and you can concentrate on these lovely stories.
I beg your indulgence this week for my SOS. I am continuing my “SinterKlaas” explanations and todays does not really involve heartbreak, but rather my way of avoiding that my kids have to experience it too early. Such dramas are the life of a Mom, though not nearly as juicy as your sagas. But I really hate not being able to play so please let me fudge a bit this time and I promise to reveal more of my torrid past in future SOS posts!!
Eureka–I got to the Mr. Linky! So I’m linked
Oh my, intoxicating eyes–I’m swooning even as I write. At twelve I’d have never been able to keep the “secret” as I was, and still am, pretty poor at keeping a poker face.
And now I have to wait for another week to find out what happened next? Oh how you like to hang us out on a line LOL–FUN–I’ll be back next week.
As always I can’t wait for the rest!
Intoxicating eyes? How poetic. Can’t wait to find out what happens next.
Oooh! Does sound soapy. Tell me more, tell me more! (like does he have a car?)
You DO have intoxicating eyes!! I have always been intoxicated by your eyes. Lucky, I never had to miss you for six whole years!
I love this story. I love all your stories.
Sorry about the dr-ama. We can’t seem to avoid it can we??
That was way, way too short! And I agree…your eyes are stunning!
Can’t wait to read more and yes, I agree with the majority–Your eyes are amazing!
You do have great eyes. I can imagine what that kind of comment would mean to a 12 year old.
I can’t wait to read what happens 6 yrs later.
Intoxicating
Her lovely eyes are like that
She’s Brillig The Great
(NOTE: Lest anyone get the wrong idea… I’m not an internet stalker… I’m just taking the opportunity to give Brill a hard time, and hone my haiku skillz at the same time)
Well, you do have great eyes!
Hmmmm. Who is Anonymous Soapy Guy?
This should be good!
I can never get over how MUCH soapiness your life has been filled with!
Oooh! Can’t wait for more. I’m loving this story already.
Delicious. Scrumptious. Intoxicating. I can’t wait to read more. I couldn’t get to mine this week…I’m visiting my mom, who is recovering from surgery. And who has the slowest Internet connection I’ve used in years.
Ok, you’ve sucked me in. Nice work.
BTW, Grundir has a new post up today.
omg waittttttt nooooo don’t gooooo…it is just gonna kill me to wait until next week to find out what happened next…
I loveeeeee me some soapiness…lol.
Well, you’ve left a great hook, as usual!