It wasn’t a lifetime but 37 years was a good stretch of time.
After a particularly vivid dream where the two spoke again finally, and connected intimately in the lobby of the apartment building he grew up in, Craig Bugowski woke up happy, and fished for his iPhone.
Karrie M. was on his list of Facebook friends.
She had accepted his FB invite two years prior.
Her birthday was a month ago. She was a Gemini.
Back in the mid-‘80s when they first met, he was a senior in high-school and she was a junior. They were introduced at a sweet 16 party in the city. Craig wore a green jacket to the after-party at a nightclub. When he went to the men’s room at Club A, as it was called, he ran into the soccer legend Pele who graciously wrote his autograph for Craig on a fancy napkin. As an All-City goalie for his Ivy-League high-school team, the Lions, soccer was Craig’s sport and that night went really well —especially when he met her.
Karrie was blonde and beautiful and funny and nice and it was perfectly fine when she started puking on the sidewalk after the party. Craig was completely charmed and charming and it was the beginning of something.
There was that strange feeling of excitement. The type of adrenaline rush generated by sports, competition, or exploring NYC late at night with one’s friends. Young lions on the prowl. Looking for action of one sort or another.
He knew what it was like to get the spins and puke after drinking too much so he knew how to look after Karrie and he made sure she got back home safely with her girlfriends. He called to check on her the next day and she was sweet and appreciative. She had written her phone number on the palm of his hand in magic marker.
Then, the very next week Karrie showed up unexpectedly at his school and sat on the big wall to watch Craig during his soccer practice on the big field on campus. It was fall. Leaves swirling. Excitement in the air.
Karrie went to the rival high-school about half a mile away. There was a comfortability and mutual attraction with her. He wasn’t that experienced with girls but this one was younger yet sophisticated. And she seemed to really like him. Before long he had given Karrie his letterman jacket and ring. They were an item. Excitement coursed through him. Every conversation or note from her filled him with elation.
Highschool has been arduous and there had not been any long-term relationships only short dalliances that lasted a couple of months. And then he would get dumped. 9th grade. 11th grade and now here he was a Senior, applying to colleges, feeling a feeling he had not felt except a couple of times before. An attraction supercharged by testosterone and the realization that this could be it. This might be the one. The girl who would take his virginity.
“Hey, why are you going out with that asshole?”
The combustible question was directed toward a pretty girl named Jillie who was accompanying Craig into the Xenon disco, a popular late-night spot for private school kids. Craig invited the preppy looking football player named Roger to step outside and discuss his rude comment to his date. If it was a fight he wanted, Craig was game despite being outsized.
As it turned out, one of Craig’s teammates, Stan, joined them both outside on the street to make sure things didn’t get out of hand.
“What’s your problem, dude?”
“Karrie’s a good friend of mine,” said Roger as he pushed Craig against the wall.
“She broke up with me … she broke my heart,” Craig replied earnestly with his voice cracking. It was the truth and it would hurt more than any punch or kick.
“Get up, get up let’s make love tonight,
“Get up, up get up ’cause you do it right…”
It’s funny when you are in love, the things you remember like that Marvin Gaye song “Sexual Healing“–that song was on top of the singles chart when Karrie decided that Craig would make a good boyfriend. She pursued him. She made it happen. Love letters. And making love for the first time at her house in Riverdale when her parents were out. The sexual act was great, as such coming of age rituals go–but it was the feeling of being in love with Karrie that really made it memorable.
When the end of the relationship came, Craig was blindsided as usual. The letters from Karrie blamed her friends and Craig for smothering her. They didn’t make much sense until she suggested that the two “cool it for a while.”
That was it. It was over.
She dropped his team ring and jacket and other items with his doorman with another note. Saying she would always love him. And that was it. Every time Craig tried to clumsily reach out to her afterward he got rejected. He had to move on. But the memory of that short magical relationship was something Craig would carry inside for the rest of his life. A hurt he would revisit whenever he met another girl who looked like Karrie or whenever he heard one of their songs like “Nasty Girls” and “You Can’t Hurry Love.”
Years passed by and Craig buried the pain as we all must. But he also held onto it like a drowning man grabbing hold of a line of barbed wire. The pain kept him connected to her somehow. He was afraid if he let go of it completely that the magic memories of Karrie intertwined with the bad ones would disappear too. He never wanted to forget those. He always wanted to be able to feel them. When you love someone you never stop loving them. He knew that to be as true as anything. The golden moments are fleeting.
Then 37 years later, he would have a dream where he and Karrie spoke and kissed and made love again. And then he woke up. Quickly, filled with the feeling of finally being reconnected with Karrie, Craig searched her out on Facebook.
Why did she dump him? Was he smothering? Over-attentive? Was there another guy? She mentioned that she had lost her virginity to some other guy and that it was a painful memory for her.
Craig thought of Karrie’s blonde hair and beautiful features, arched eyebrows, athletic body, her favorite perfume Anais Anais. Her white turtleneck shirts and her big smile. Her circular handwriting. Her playful sense of humor and her devotion to him at the time. He was in love. They were. That’s what it seemed like at least.
When he read an excerpt from Shakespeare aloud in English class at that time, the teacher commended him and gave him an A. But all Craig could think about was rushing back to Karrie, kissing her, holding her, making love again and again.
37 years later, Craig finally did get a text back, later that day, from Karrie M.,– the girl who took his virginity in high school.
“Hey Craig, You are so on top of things…thanks fir the B-day message (a month late!) Bored out of our skulls here.”
6 thoughts on “ Sexual Healing by Adam Kluger”
The reader gets more out of your work the more they have read. So for anyone reading this story of yours for the first time, I’d advise them to have a look back.
Here is a snapshot that most folks are familiar with whether it be lost love or trying to reconnect.
The reader is taken along, snap-shot to snap-shot. It all builds up and leaves us with a realistic conclusion of…Well ‘maybe’, ‘maybe not’, ‘probably nothing what-so-ever’.
It takes guts not to fairy tale end this.
No-one does real life outcome as truthfully as you do Adam!
All the very best my friend.
It’s good to see Mr. K back after too long an absence. Swear the dude in the pic looks like Darby Crash of the Germs–but no one agrees with me.
This author’s stuff is always creatively constructed. It’s well worth the time to take a look into his past efforts as well as this…still say the dude looks like Darby Crash…
Hi Leila – I’ve been called a lot worse than being told I once looked like Darby Crash 😉 Thanks!
Ha! Good thing you never crashed like Darby. Excellent picture. Really captures a time and place otherwise unknown to me except in the Decline of Western Civilization part 1. (I found part 2 unwatchable save for Lemmy).
A well-constructed and believable slice-of-life. I appreciate the ambiguity of the ending. Is Karrie being bored an invitation? Maybe, maybe not. Either way, I think Craig should move on.
Ending from Karrie was intriguing, strangely adolescent in tone, therefore quite ironic and encouraging for Craig. Story seemed a bit disjointed at first but I think that was the intent, such are the way memories work. Craig’s very nostalgic, and likely having some kind of middle aged crisis. It’s a common story.. . with the modern touch of anticipation re: getting back together via social media…I was drawn into Craig’s world by the memory structure and the overall ambiance and tone created.