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Thunderbird Club

I had a girl stalk me for a while, in the 10th grade. Remember the tall, gangly girl - "Big Ethel" - that was always chasing Jughead in the Archie comics? Well. this girl might have been her inspiration; and she was after me - even though I don't think I was anything like Jughead. And, like the comic book girl, she was one Hell of a chaser... Since we were living on a very small airbase (RAF Wethersfield) in the UK, it was very hard to avoid her - but, GOD knows I tried. Fortunately, my father got transferred to RAF Mildenhall that year (no idea why), so we had to move. And, although we all had to go to the High School at RAF Lakenheath (there were only 2; that one, and one at RAF South Ruislip), I never saw her again. But, I looked over my shoulder an awful lot for a long time...
A buddy’s sister was a Captain stationed at Mildenhall in the early eighties. We visited her for about four days and bought cheap beer at the BX. Good times.
 
Back in my youth, we didn't call it stalking. That just sounds so cringey.

I tended to prefer unanswered devotion.... or even ardent surveillance... which had some countenance to it.

It isn't like I still remember the license plate of my high school crush after 45+ years. Oh wait, SJB 888. :cool:

Damn, that is messed up.
It is very creepy. Even creepier if you remember her phone number.
 
It is very creepy. Even creepier if you remember her phone number.

Nope. But I did manage to obtain it back then. My buddy dared me to call her up, which I did, from his place (for proof). I never could get up the nerve to ask her out though. That was my one foray into blissful thinking. Later after high school, I would just ask a gal out, and if she said no, wait for someone else.

Oddly enough, my first girlfriend a couple years down the road, kept hanging around my work (after my boss introduced us). She worked as a waitress a few doors down, and when her shift ended, she would sorta just come hang out. I took that to be a sign - and things positively progressed from there. It just never happened when I did that to a girl I fancied. Years later, another younger gal did the same thing, and I became involved with her. I was like, wow, apparently girls are better at this.

The lesson I learned from this, was both those girlfriends were the sort whose flirtations didn't end with you. They put themselves in your orbit, because they enjoyed space flight, not you in particular. If you know what I mean.
 
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More on Sabbath. I found all but Paranoid. I bought it when I was in 7th grade (‘70/‘71), or 8th grade, so it should be an original pressing. It’s either misfiled, at the other place, or my son did something with it. I hope he didn’t loose it. Who knows. I’ll post it later if I find it.

The first:
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Master with the embossed cover and poster:
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Volume 4 with the gatefold pics:
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Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, which I completely forgot about:
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And Sabatoge:
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Sweet! I listen to those albums on Apple music, but somehow they get messed up - the songs end up out of order, or there are live versions from the 2000's mixed in. I need to rebuild my vinyl collection.
 
Nope. But I did manage to obtain it back then. My buddy dared me to call her up, which I did, from his place (for proof). I never could get up the nerve to ask her out though. That was my one foray into blissful thinking. Later after high school, I would just ask a gal out, and if she said no, wait for someone else.

Oddly enough, my first girlfriend a couple years down the road, kept hanging around my work (after my boss introduced us). She worked as a waitress a few doors down, and when her shift ended, she would sorta just come hang out. I took that to be a sign - and things positively progressed from there. It just never happened when I did that to a girl I fancied. Years later, another younger gal did the same thing, and I became involved with her. I was like, wow, apparently girls are better at this.

The lesson I learned from this, was both those girlfriends were the sort whose flirtations didn't end with you. They put themselves in your orbit, because they enjoyed space flight, not you in particular. If you know what I mean.


All I can say is that I'm full of awkward memories of dating, or trying to from High School.....It never really got better until much later, like when I met Frank.
 
I never has a stalker. Had a couple young women who would visit my work at the time after HS, to the point my boss mentioned I should discourage this. I likely told him, "We can't really blame them, now can we." Not during the same time frame. One serious relationship ended as I wanted to move on (why I still don't know other than drink and drugs made me stupid--more stupid). Even my mother asked why. The girl was super sweet and kindness could have been her middle name. After we split she also kept showing up or making comments to our friends, but not in a creepy way. I confess I did not treat her well or as she deserved, which when I came to my sober senses regret to this day. Not abuse or anything like that.

One day at Walmart, maybe close to 20 yrs ago I guess by now I was in line and noticed the hand of the person holding an item on the checkout. I got this weird feeling but didn't know why. Like I've seen it before and it meant something. The woman left and I noticed it was her. I didn't chase her down and then felt bad about not taking that opportunity to apologize. I saw her again a couple months later in the store and did go up to her (and her mother) and said hello, and told her was sorry for how I acted and how things went for us and that I let a diamond slip away. Her mother said something about nice her daughter was and fully agreed. The former girl friend said that was so sweet and hugged me in the middle of a main isle. A real hug. I can't deny I liked it as he hugged. She asked if I was married and I said yes, and the same for her. She would have talked more but I felt so awkward I just said it was good to see her and left. Without meaning to disparage my wife in any way, in hindsight the other girl could have been Mrs. Thunderbird as well (and no doubt would have let me buy as many as I wanted). Kind of an unfair, if not tortuous what if kind of thought, so I try never to think about it.

I guess having two good wives is not ideal!:laugh:
 
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That’s because Frank is cool.

He is!
There are (daily) times when I just reflect on how fortunate I am to have him in my life, he's such good man.
 
So, after two tries at a relationship that began with the young lady (using the term "lady" disingenuously) loitering and flirting - I wasn't ready for a third Miss Adventure. Even when another one tried. It was a couple decades later, and once again at a job. This was the woman in Payroll, with whom I joked around on occasion. One day, in front of some co-workers, she blurts out "Are you gonna go out with me or what???" ...using her best outdoor voice, which sounded like Roseanne, by the way. Yikes. It was weird that she chose to ask me in front of co-workers. Perhaps to cover her rear, in the event I got uncomfortable. But that was her thing... a true extrovert and show-off. (I once asked a woman out at a job, very politely - just for a dinner date - and she told me no, and if I persist, she would go to HR). So it's tricky when conducted at work.

Anyway, I said "okay" to the date with the woman with the loud voice, and we had a date. But that was it. Maybe it's just me, but in my older age, I prefer them demure to being a stand up comedian. I got married five years ago (another co-worker... what are the odds...) and she's perfect. Demure and lady-like in public, and a goof when the occasion calls for it. You don't want them solid prim and proper. A nut now and then is good.
 
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That's because you're into trains. I'm speaking from experience. :thumbsup:

Ha! Yeah, the trains didn't help, but they were the least of my many awkward "things" Shyness, Acne, Uncool clothes, Hormones ...... the list goes on, Jeez.
 
So, after two tries at a relationship that began with the young lady (using the term "lady" disingenuously) loitering and flirting - I wasn't ready for a third Miss Adventure. Even when another one tried. It was a couple decades later, and once again at a job. This was the woman in Payroll, with whom I joked around on occasion. One day, in front of some co-workers, she blurts out "Are you gonna go out with me or what???" ...using her best outdoor voice, which sounded like Roseanne, by the way. Yikes. It was weird that she chose to ask me in front of co-workers. Perhaps to cover her rear, in the event I got uncomfortable. But that was her thing... a true extrovert and show-off. (I once asked a woman out at a job, very politely - just for a dinner date - and she told me no, and if I persist, she would go to HR). So it's tricky when conducted at work.

Anyway, I said "okay" to the date with the woman with the loud voice, and we had a date. But that was it. Maybe it's just me, but in my older age, I prefer them demure to being a stand up comedian. I got married five years ago (another co-worker... what are the odds...) and she's perfect. Demure and lady-like in public, and a goof when the occasion calls for it. You don't want them solid prim and proper. A nut now and then is good.
I dated an older young lady at that job once. Actually she was another that didn't want to let it end. Would call the house.... Made going to work weird. In fact I was seeing her, another girl and then met my now wife. After a few dates with my wife I narrowed it down to one!
 
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Ha! Yeah, the trains didn't help, but they were the least of my many awkward "things" Shyness, Acne, Uncool clothes, Hormones ...... the list goes on, Jeez.

I was kidding around V. But I feel ya. For me, side-stepping from orchestra nerd to garage rock bassist was part of the slow transformation out of shy awkwardness. Didn't happen overnight, trust me. Ironically, I got zero ladies as a result of being in bands! When I stopped playing, they crept back in. Go figure, right?
 
I dated an older young lady at that job once.

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That's like "a pretty ugly guitar" :D
 
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