My Trophy

Every girl should have what I call a trophy boyfriend.

I had one my sophomore year of high school and his name was Franky.

He was a junior and a big time football player and I was a cheerleader.

He attended another high school which was our biggest rival.

I was so proud, that I wore his letter jacket to our school.

Looking back, I had to have been either brave or stupid!

The attention I got for wearing that jacket was tremendous. Did I care? No.

He was beautiful and it was worth it!

Back then I had an 8 track beach boys tape and I remember listening

to it while Franky had gone to Panama City and all I did was sit and wait for him to return. Needless to say, everytime I hear a beachboy's song, my mind immediately goes to that time in my life. As soon as he got back home from the beach, my phone rang and I remember how excited I felt when my mom handed me the phone. I had been waiting on his call which seemed like forever. He told me he missed me and he wanted to see me.

He was big and tall and very sweet to me. When he would kiss me goodnight, he would have to step down two steps on our front porch just so he could reach me. He smelled soooo good. I remember his cologne was on his letter jacket and I would put it up to my face sometimes just so I could smell it. To this day I remember his cologne.

He is a great memory. A memory of high school and dating the way it should be. No it didn't last forever nor was it meant to. He was a big fish in a big pond, but I wouldn't trade anything for his memory, it is timeless. I am sure he doesn't even know that someone somewhere thinks about him with such fondness the way I do. Thank you Franky. 1975-1976