He was surprised I remembered him

To tell the story of my love and me I have to go back a long, long, time.
Our knowledge of one another began many years ago at the Chesterfield Bend.
Back when I was a teenage nymphette in cut offs and bikini top.
The Bend was the hub of our teenage activity. A beautiful swimming hole in the Westfield River.
He was a summer person, a European man with a (gasp!) younger American wife.
He and his friends stuck out in their european spandex and NY influenced lifestyles.

My friends and I mostly ignored him and his wife and all the rest of the summer crowd.We were locals. We just wondered why they were there. Just tolerated them.

Occasionally though, I noticed the hungry look in the eyes of the European man. As if something were missing.
Our connection then, ended there.