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Lessons Learned, The Finale


If you’ve missed any of Lessons Learned, you can read Parts 1, 2, 3, 4 ,5 , 67 and 8 for the complete story or find last week’s Part 9 here .


I wake the next morning in, of course, Bobby’s room and Bobby’s bed, feeling more confused than ever.  Last night was everything I’d ever dreamed– slow, tender, cherished loving.  In fact, I could feel my cheeks heating as I remembered just how many ways Bobby had cherished me last night!

I lay still and opened one eye to see if he was awake and realized I was alone in the luxuriously big bed piled with soft white pillows.  Why couldn’t I just be happy about us getting back together? Or even just about sharing a passion-filled night?   What was wrong with me?  Bobby was still as wonderful as I remembered from when we were teens, but it just felt like something was missing. Obviously it was my problem, because he was perfect.  Well, as perfect as the boy who’d knocked me up as a teenager and then left for college without a word could be.  Yes, yes, I knew that was unfair and even to me it felt like beating a dead horse, but I just couldn’t shake those feelings of abandonment and it was gonna take a lot of time and a lot of talking for me to change.

I stretched and winced as some sore, little used muscles protested, but I got out of bed, searching for something to wear as I did the walk of shame back to my room.  Okay, fine, I’d just have to put on one of his tee shirts over my panties and hope it looked like I was dressed for the pool if I ran into anybody in the hallway.  I was searching for the stationery note pad to leave Bobby a message and found it propped up on the desk.

“Baby,” Bobby had written, “you looked so sweet and worn out that I didn’t want to wake you.  I know we didn’t get much sleep last night.” (Sleep is underlined twice, just like a guy!)  “I went to grab us some coffee.  Come down to the beach when you get ready, there’s something I want you to see.”

I run to the patio doors and push aside the curtain so I can go out on the balcony and gaze at the beach.  Oh, no, no, no, how could he?  I hastily scribble a note and leave it on the bedside table. Grabbing my dress and purse and shoes from the wedding, I blindly rush out the door toward my room.  By the time I get my room key out of my purse and open the door, tears are running down my face.

I take a quick shower, throw my clothes into my suitcase and call a car to take me to the airport. I manage to get on an earlier flight back to the mainland, damn the cost.  All I know is I have to be by myself to think, away from Bobby.  He’ll try to change my mind, I know he will.  He’ll be all sweet and loving and understanding and…rational!  Damn him, I just can’t think straight when he does that.

God, I must be crazy, who wouldn’t want someone like him?  But, I’ve kept these feelings inside for so long, I just can’t — I don’t know, give up myself, maybe?  If I let myself even think I might be able to love him, won’t that make everything I’ve felt all these years wrong?  So I send Bobby a text:

I’m boarding my plane to go home.  I need some time to think.  I’m sorry, I really am.

All I know is, I’ve got to run…



After the first hour, Bobby suspected she wasn’t coming down to the beach.  After nearly two hours had gone by, he sighed and walked back up toward the hotel, dumping the now-cold coffee cups into a nearby trash can.   He looked again at the text message Gina had sent him and shook his head, trying to make sense of it.

What did she need to think about?   She hadn’t even come down to the beach to see and hear his proposal. He jammed his hands into the pockets of his board shorts and his fingers found the small velvet box.  How could he have been so wrong?

Walking slowly back toward his room, his mind wandered to the previous evening.  He knew there was still an incredible electricity between them.  She’d been soft and warm and perfect in his arms.  She looked incredible in the long, flowing blue dress she’d worn for the wedding, but even more beautiful as he’d inched the zipper down and she let it fall to the floor in a silken pool around her feet.

He shook his head to clear the delicious memories and willed the tightening in his groin to ease.   He tried to subtly adjust his board shorts and when he looked up he stopped in his tracks.  The drapes to his room were open and so was the patio door.  He could see the drapes blowing in the breeze.

He knew he hadn’t opened the drapes when he left, so Gina must have gotten his note and gone out on the balcony to look for him on the beach.  Dammit.  How could he have been so stupid?  Of course she’d seen the words in the sand and panicked.

Bobby squeezed his eyes closed in frustration.  He should have taken things slower.  He should have waited till they’d had more time together.   Bobby rubbed the ache that had started right above his left eye.  There was a way to fix this, he couldn’t lose her a second time.  Smiling just a little, he shook his head and went up to his room to pack.

He should have known she’d run…

Lessons Learned, Part 9


I’ll give you a little synopsis of what’s happened so far, but feel free to start at the beginning and read Parts 1, 2, 3, 4 ,5 , 67 and 8 for the complete story, especially if you’re new to my blog. 🙂

Regina loved Bobby back in high school, they had a huge fight and split up before they knew she was pregnant.  When she lost the baby, she tried to get in touch with him but he never came to the hospital.  They hadn’t spoken since, until they meet up in the airport on Maui, where they’re unknowingly standing up at the same wedding.  They’ve talked some and Bobby insists he never knew about the baby, which has Reggie totally confused about her feelings for him.  He’s always called her Gina and she always called him Bobby, but their friends (Jamie and Mike from my short story  Eyes Wide Open) know them as Reggie and Rob.  


Mike and Jamie’s wedding day dawns cloudless and beautiful, but it’s Maui, so what else would you expect?  We have all day to get ready, staring with massages and mani-pedis, hair and make up, and its wonderfully relaxed and pampering.  Jamie wants our hair kind of loosely pulled back with flowers which is perfect for a beach wedding.  And she even found some kind of sun block with glimmer to it, so we’ll be glowing even as we’re protected!

When the girl doing our make up asks if we’d thought about false eyelashes or lash extensions, Jamie and I look at each other and just burst out laughing.  Jamie tries to explain how the one time she tried lash extensions her lashes got stuck together and she ended up tripping and spilling red wine across the front of her white silk blouse, all in front of her soon-to-be groom.  But the little Hawaiian cosmetician only looks confused and Jamie trails off into a fit of nervous giggles.

Jamie’s mom came with us to the spa and she’s looking good, even though she’s about 60 now.  She hugs me tightly and I can tell she’s getting all emotional.  I guess it’s not everyday your only daughter gets married.  I assure her that yes, I think Jamie and Mike are very right for each other and will be blissful together.  Jamie rolls her eyes and makes faces at me behind her mom’s back like we were 10 years old.  It feels really good to be smiling again.

Then it’s early evening and time to go back to our rooms to get dressed.  Bobby knocks on my door to escort me downstairs and I can see the appreciation in his eyes, especially as they settle on my cleavage before guiltily returning to my face.  I can’t help but smile and shake my head at the chagrined look on his face.

He clears his throat. “You look incredible, Gina — Reggie.  I told myself I was going to try to call you that, sorry.”

I smile a little. “So should I call you Rob now?”

“Well, Bobby does sound a little high school, doesn’t it?  It didn’t work out so well at my first job. Nobody wanted their accountant to be called Bobby.  But when you say it, it sounds like home.”

I shrug my shoulders and turn away quickly, before Bobby can see all the emotions I’m feeling.  I wonder what he’s doing, saying all those things to me now.  I don’t like the swirl of emotion in my stomach and turn to gather up my purse and a light summer sweater in case the evening breezes are too cool later on. Then we set off for the beach.

It looks like everyone is assembled already, with the exception of the bride and her father.  Mike looks really relieved to see us.  He’s so big and solid, I guess I didn’t expect him to be nervous.  But I swear I’m seeing his hands shake just a little bit.  I walk over to kiss his cheek and whisper, “I’ll go check on her and see how long yet.”  Mike grabs my hand and leans in.  “You don’t think something’s wrong, do you?  Like she changed her mind?”

“For God’s sake, Michael, get a grip!” I hiss at him. “Talk to Rob over there and I’ll be back in a minute.”  I toss my head toward Bobby and find him looking a little amused. He claps Mike on the back and moves him toward the beach bar. “C’mon, man there’s probably time for one beer,” he says and Mike looks shocked.  As I walk toward the hotel, I hear Mike saying how Jamie would kill him if he smelled like beer during the wedding. Maybe some ice water will calm him down!
As I’m heading past the lighted tiki torches, I spot Jamie and her dad walking towards the beach. She looks wonderful and I can see by the glow about her that Mike has no need to worry. “Reggie,” she calls. “You look fabulous in that dress!”  I smile because it’s just like her to do that.  The bride telling me how good I look.  “Aww, honey, you’re so beautiful,” I say, careful not to muss her dress or hair as I give her a hug. “You better hurry,” I tease, “or Mike will think you’re not gonna show up!”  “Yeah, right, like he’d ever worry about that,” she smiles.  “But I’m more than ready.  Daddy, what do you say we get on down there?”

Mr. Cooper wings out his other arm for me to grab and escorts us to the beach where Mike is looking considerably better now that we’re approaching.   And as I take my place to walk towards the flower-strewn trellis on the sand, the beautiful strains of “Over the Rainbow” accompany Jamie and her dad as they start down the sandy aisle.  The sun is just beginning to set as Jamie and Mike face each other and take their vows.

Afterwards we all go to one of those fun touristy luaus with all the Hawaiian delicacies and wonderful music.  Mike and Jamie are feted by the Master of Ceremonies as the only newlywed couple tonight. Deliciously tropical mai tais and pina coladas are flowing and by the time I get up to dance with Bobby my head is spinning ever so slightly.  He holds me a little too close and I find that I don’t mind a bit.  I swear, it’s like all the years are falling away and we’re back together again.

As I look into Bobby’s beautiful face I can hardly remember why we aren’t still together.  And I swear he’s looking at me with love in his eyes.  He leans down and I feel his breath on my cheek, as he whispers into my ear, “I love you, baby.  Please spend tonight with me.”

I think I might be falling in love with him again!  The thought surprises me, but I nod my head and smile and he breaks into a huge grin. “C’mon, then, let’s say our good night’s to everyone so we can go.  After all this time apart, I don’t want to wait another minute.”

(To be continued…)

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Lessons Learned, Part 8


I’ve gotten behind in posting installments of Lessons Learned!  I’ll give you a little synopsis of what’s happened so far, but feel free to start at the beginning and read Parts 1, 2, 3, 4 ,5 , 6 and 7 for the complete story, especially if you’re new to my blog. 🙂

Regina loved Bobby back in high school, they had a huge fight and split up before they knew she was pregnant.  When she lost the baby, she tried to get in touch with him but he never came to the hospital.  They hadn’t spoken since, until they meet up in the airport on Maui, where they’re unknowingly standing up at the same wedding.  They’ve talked some and Bobby insists he never knew about the baby, which has Reggie totally confused about her feelings for him.  He’s always called her Gina and she always called him Bobby, but their friends (Jaime and Mike from my short story  Eyes Wide Open) know them as Reggie and Rob.  

I had just finished telling my story to Jamie about losing the baby and Bobby when we were seniors in high school and how Bobby insisted he never knew I was pregnant when my cellphone vibrated. I didn’t recognize the number and debated whether or not to answer. Finally I flicked my nail across the screen and said, “Hello?”

It was Bobby. “Can we get together and do something?  Maybe just walk down the beach?  Swim, snorkel, maybe?”

“Sure, I guess,” I say. “Are we gonna do something with Mike and Jamie?”

“Yeah, I think they want to make sure we’re okay together.  You know, for the wedding.”

“Bobby, did you, uh, tell Mike the whole story?”

Silence greeted me.  “I, well, it was okay, right?  You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, I guess not…” I sigh.  I mean, I told Jamie.

He breathes out loudly. “So maybe Mike and I will just come over where you are?”

“Sure,” I say. Might as well get past any awkwardness. “Yeah, fine, I saw you at the restaurant awhile ago anyway.”

So we walk on the beach for an hour or so and after the initial awkwardness of introducing Bobby to Jamie, we’re all fine together. Everyone decides that after having a quick lunch we’ll go swimming and snorkeling down by what they call Black Rock, which is literally that, a protrusion of black lava rock out into the ocean that we hear is a great place to snorkel. At night during dinner there’s a cliff diver at the Sheraton Hotel who climbs up Black Rock and dives into the ocean.

Jamie and Mike are walking ahead of us and off in their own little dream world, arms wrapped around each other, whispering, stopping to nuzzle and kiss.  Bobby and I follow several steps behind, but it doesn’t feel awkward, not really. We have so much history that it almost feels, well, normal to be together. And yet, we’re not together at all, just two people with some painful shared memories. But the islands do that, all blue water and sparkly sand, and with a burst of the trade winds everyday problems just blow away and fairy tales start to feel real.

We spend a few hours swimming and snorkeling in the clear waters, spotting beautiful, brightly colored fish seemingly right under the surface. But when we swim over scuba divers near the ocean floor, I realize how deep the water is and look around quickly for the shoreline.  Bobby is next to me in a blur asking what’s wrong.  I didn’t realize he was so close behind me.  I quickly shake my head that it’s nothing and start paddling for shore. People at the snorkel rental store had told us to walk into and out of the water backwards because of the flippers and though it wasn’t easy, it was more manageable.  I admit I was happy to have Bobby’s arm to grab onto as we walked over the rocky shoreline to flop down on our towels. And even his hand low on my back felt — comfortable.

We had a couple of hours to relax and get ready for the rehearsal and dinner party that night.  Jamie and Mike had decided to have a little intimate dinner at the hotel restaurant after a run through of their wedding vows on the beach.

I’m not sure why, but tears were stinging my eyes by the time the evening was over. The love in that room was just palpable and even though I felt a twinge of envy, I was truly happy for them. Bobby and I had easy roles — I’d hold Jamie’s flowers and he would hand over the rings when it was time. We would sign our names as witnesses. Easy peasy.  I could do this.  I just have to focus on the two of them and forget that I’m standing up with Bobby.  If only he’d stop looking at me like was dinner…

(to be continued…soon!)

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Lessons Learned, Part 7


Here’s a link to Part 6 if you missed it!

I woke up the next morning with a dull headache.  Then it got even stronger as I remembered all the crap that had gone on the night before.  I couldn’t believe it.  Bobby was Rob and was here in Maui and I had to see him all weekend because we were in the same wedding!   He had been really sweet to me and that just made it worse, because I had so much — maybe hate isn’t the right word — but all those years of feeling abandoned were there inside me and I still felt so angry when I thought about him not being there for me.

And yet –- what if he hadn’t known about the baby?  What if it was just like he said and he hadn’t gotten a message from his dad and my mom hadn’t told him how to reach me when I was away at school?  Oh, no, I can’t even  think about this right now…

My cellphone is ringing and I see that it’s Jamie.  “Hi,” I say, trying to sound more cheerful than I feel.  “You didn’t call me yesterday,” she says accusingly.  “I left you a bunch of messages.  I thought we were going to meet for dinner last night.”  “Oh, um, I didn’t feel well, James,” I mumble, which is not really a lie.  I felt like I’d had the shock of my life last night, which, frankly, I had.  Passing out at the airport was just the icing on the cake.

“Oh, no, are you better this morning?” she asks.  “Do you feel like getting together for lunch in a little bit and checking out the resort?  Mike is talking to Rob right now and we thought you two should have a chance to meet before all the wedding stuff starts.”  She sounds so concerned that I start to feel guilty.

“Yeah, about that,” I sigh, “James, I really need to talk to you.  Is there coffee around here somewhere?”  “Well, Reg, in the kitchen right there is a coffee maker.  But there’s a Starbucks downstairs in the General Store.”

“What if you give me a half hour to shower and get dressed and I’ll meet you at the Starbucks?” I say, grimacing at my swollen eyes in the mirror.  “Sure,” Jamie says, sounding a little surprised.  “We can sit outside on the terrace by the lobby and have coffee and talk if you want.  Oh, wait, what, Mike?”  She obviously covers the phone with her hand because all I hear is muffled voices and then she’s back. “Okay, I need to know what’s going on.  Mike says that Rob wants to meet him at the restaurant and talk.  I mean, what are the chances that the two of you both need to talk this morning?”

“Yeah, well, give me a half hour and I’ll explain it all,” I say and she reluctantly agrees.  “You better be prepared to spill,” she warns, “because this is just weird.”   “Sure, okay, let me get in the shower already.  I’ll meet you downstairs about 10:45.”

I hang up quickly because I’m starting to get a pain in my stomach.  I’m wondering what Bobby is planning to share with Mike and I try to decide if I have to tell Jamie the whole truth.  She knew I’d broken up with a boyfriend right before college, but I don’t think I’d shared all the gory details with her, even after nights of too many beers and true confessions.  I’d kept this buried for so long and now twice in two days I had to go over all the details again.  Oh, well, catharsis for the soul, maybe…

After the quickest shower on record, I bundle my hair into a knot at the back of my head, slip on shorts and a t-shirt and head down to look for the Starbucks.  God, it’s beautiful here.  It’s probably 80 degrees and sunny out, maybe one or two puffy clouds in the sky.  The pool is huge and blue and sparkling and surrounded by gorgeous tropical flowers growing on hedges.  I cross over a koi pond while following the signs to the General Store.  As I go in, I see Jamie is already there and she’s looking quizzically at me.

I hurry over and we order our coffees and rolls.  I can hardly look at her because I’m so afraid I’ll burst into tears.  I guess I’ve been holding these feelings in so long that everything is so close to the surface now.  We go outside and find a couple of big wooden rockers to sit in and a table to put our drinks on.

“Okay,” she says, “Please tell me what it is, Reg.  You look as though you could burst into tears any minute.  Come on, I’m getting married tomorrow.  I need you to be happy!”

I want to, too, but that just brings the tears closer to the surface.  Then, just my luck, a young couple walks by with a little girl in a stroller and she waves at us.  God help me, I can feel the tears coursing down my cheeks.  I try to wave back and pretend everything is okay behind my sunglasses, but Jamie is looking alarmed.  “Please, Reg,” she whispers, “Tell me what’s going on?”

So for the next half hour, I talk and we rock and sip our coffees while tears run down both of our faces.

~Diane D.                                   ~ The photo is my own