Caitlin

My first "real" girlfriend was a young lady I met in college in the mid-80's. Her name was Caitlin. For reasons unknown I shall try to protect her identity -given the privacy issues we have on the internet today (and because of the fact that I don't remember her last name any longer -doh!). She was a dance major. I remember how beautiful her body was how I loved to watch her move -so elegant and smooth. If I remember correctly, she lived in the dorm next to mine. Her face was okay, but she was peppered with freckles and reddish brown hair which I found irresistable. I remember she had freckles on her fingers and toes. Irish eyes and shamrock tattoo behind her left shoulder(back when they weren't in fashion). Many a night I wonder to myself whatever happened to her. I wonder if she is in some far off city dancing in some classical ballet. ...I saw her once in the late 1980's in D.C. It was at a long-forgotten bar somewhere downtown. ...I had left school by that point and we weren't together any longer. I chatted politely with her and she tossed out the possibility of doing something with her on another occasion. It never happened. Still she remains in my hazy, booze-soaked memory. Like a faded photograph of some lost love. I wish I still had her in my life, but I guess it was not to be. Now she is only a fading memory.