When I was in high school, I began to date. One of the first girls I dated regularly was from my home church in New Brighton. Her name was Jeannie. After awhile, I decided to get her a gift, so I went to a jewelry store and bought a nice charm bracelet. I also purchased a round, silver medallion for the bracelet that was engraved with the words: I Go For You!
Jeannie loved it.
Then a little later, Debbie and I began to date. For a brief while, I was actually dating both girls. Then, gradually, Debbie and I became closer and closer. So, again I thought it would be nice to get her a gift. Well, since Jeannie had appreciated the bracelet so much - I got one for Debbie too! Plus, I couldn't resist it - I also got her the round, silver medallion that said, I Go For You!
Debbie loved it, too!
Then in the summer of 1968, we started having some stress in our relationship. Time for Family Camp arrived. By now, I was dating another girl named Beth. The path was well worn at this point, so I headed for the jewelry store again. You guessed it: got a charm bracelet and another round, silver medallion that read: I Go For You!
Beth loved it, too!
When the first day of camp arrived, I pulled onto the campground. A short time before my arrival, Jeannie and Debbie had been talking and noticed one another's bracelets - and figured things out. When I climbed out of my car, I turned and saw Debbie - halfway across the campground - with her hands on her hips screaming at the top of her lungs: "I HATE YOU, HAROLD HAIRE!"
Later in the camp, I brought Beth down for an evening service and they felt inclined to tell her that she was dating a two-timing cheat. That's when they discovered that she had one too!
It was a long, lonely, miserable camp for me. I was the dish-washer that year. I came in to work one afternoon to find a huge, yellow balloon sitting on the sink; uh-huh - printed on it were the words: I Go For You!
Debbie doesn't have that bracelet anymore. It's probably in the high grass somewhere behind the cottages!
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