10th/11th/12th all seemed to pass pretty quickly. I remember my first job was Domino's...was probably only there for a few months, then worked at Hamady's(sp?). Grocery store chain that went out of business. They were union, so was my first exposure to that. No real complaints for how that worked. Yes I did have union dues taken out of my paycheck, but it didnt seem like much. I also knew from my dad being in the UAW that they would help if my employer tried to jack me around. I guess from that point of view it's kinda like paying for protection. No wonder unions are likened to the mob.
I also started hanging out with Ricky Thompson. We would go up to the open swim at the high school fairly often, which is also how I met Marcy Alford and eventually Jeni Craven. Well Marci was because Ricky was dating her, and they used to make out in the pool fairly often and get in trouble. Quite entertaining. Then one evening she was at a friends near my house and couldnt get Ricky to come over....and I went over....and well I am gonna let you guess the remaining details. Okay there isnt THAT many details, but we did play around. I went to tell Ricky about it in the morning imagining he'd be pissed. But he wasnt, not at all. His response was that she was the one that was in a relationship with him and cheated, not me. I was simply taking advantage of a nice pair of boobs that were being offered. He broke up with her, but we stayed friends.
I kinda fooled around with her a bit more (the women werent exactly falling at my feet ya know), and eventually met Jeni at a SADD meeting Marci convinced me to go with her to at school. Thus starts a 5 to 6 year infatuation. I was always a romantic. I believed her to be the ONE. Just something about her personality, attitude, everything. We were great friends, but it just never developed into romantic feelings on her part, leaving me hurt over and over again through the years. I can't say I regret a bit of it though.
Not to trivialize anyone else I dated in high school (Faith, Mary...that darker skinned chick that went to Cedar point with us....totally dont remember her name). Jeni was just first love so I mention her here. I dont want to fill this up with too much high school emotional drabble.
I worked alot during my senior year. usually 40+ a week even while going to school. My dad and me got into an argument right after graduation, something about my car...rent..what is mine and what isnt....I don't even know. Looking back I honestly have no clue what the argument was really over. Apparently it made me mad enough to leave the house though, and went and stayed with my mom for a few weeks. This made me very scared of being a failure. I needed success in my life. Dependable job, good money, actually getting somewhere. I couldnt figure any way to go to college on my own, and basically I was on my own. At this point there only thing I could think of was military. So I simply went down and signed up, and within a few weeks was in Navy Boot Camp. Hoorah....
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