When I met my wife, Gwynne, almost 5 decades ago, she didn’t know I was her boyfriend. Let me explain: for me, when I saw her across the room at the university student union in my freshman year, it was love at first sight. I introduced myself, something I’d never done before because I was way too shy. I was wearing a rust-colored polyester leisure suit and carrying a brushed aluminum briefcase. I was also wearing platform shoes, an open-necked satin shirt, a puka shell choker and had David Cassidy hair. At least one of us thought I was cool. I then proceeded to stalk her at #metoo levels. I would show up unannounced at her house a few times a week. We talked and went to the park. I kissed her for the first time after we crashed when I took her riding on my dirt-bike. I liked having a girlfriend. Even though she told me I had to stop coming over because she had a boyfriend, for months I did anyway, until I got the message when she ignored my 19th birthday and didn't invite me to her 21st birthday which were about a week apart at the start of summer break; I reluctantly quit trying to meet up with her. 10 months later, she saw me and my car on the side of the road at night, and stopped to ask if I needed any help. She said she’d broken up with her old boyfriend. When she gave me a ride to school the next day, I was elated to have my girlfriend back. The stalking and unannounced home visits were difficult because I could never find her. It turned out she had gotten a new boyfriend though she didn’t tell me so I still thought she was my girlfriend. By the end of the school year, she’d broken up with her new boyfriend, and left for the summer to be a camp counselor. For her birthday, I bought her a music box, and sent it to her. She wrote me a letter saying thank you. I replied, asking what would be a good day to come visit her on the coast? She told me when and where to meet; we spent the day in Santa Cruz then got a motel room. We made out then slept all night in each other’s arms. My perception was that I’d just spent a fantastic day with my old girlfriend. To her, it was the first day of me being her new new boyfriend. It all ended well, but the discrepancy in boyfriend/girlfriend status does cause one problem; when asked, I say we’ve been together 16 months longer than she does.
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