Wendy J Hyland

So today started off with me waking up from a dream starring none other than Wendy J. Hyland. It started off with her house for sale and she and her mother were actually not the owners anymore but were looking at the house from a buyer's perspective. I was there just to see the place as I had remembered it way back in the day. I gave her a big hug because I hadn't seen her in a long time. Her mother was talking about how we were back then in junior high and high school. Her brother Billy drove up in her dad's 69 Corvette Sting Ray, but it didn't have the custom burnt orange paint that her dad had sprayed on it but a dark blue.

It was like a mini reunion.

Wendy and I didn't talk too much but we did a lot of hugging and her hugs were really warm. Her body was warm, not stiff, but really warm and inviting.

Strange eh? I haven't seen her since 1988. I had a huge crush on her throughout high school, but I was spending too much time making all the wrong decisions with all the wrong "friends."  I was making other "lifestyle" choices that I was really ashamed of some of the things I did that I would just avoid talking with her for months at a time.

She went to FVHS, I was at OVHS, so that made things well, what they were. I always would do something and say to myself, "Would Wendy approve of this?" or "What would she think about that." It was like that so much throughout my high school life because I would continue to do "those" things that, in my mind, I thought she wouldn't approve of. The thing is, I really had no clue what she would think. I just never really thought I was good enough for her, so I tended to stay away and not call her.

Anyway, after our junior year, we pretty much faded away but that first love still lingered, even through my senior year, and even up until 1988, the last time we went out. Today I hear that she has four children already, though she was not married the last time I spoke with her back around 2001 or so. She had a white German Shepherd and was living in Trabuco Canyon. I always wonder how she is doing, and it seems that we talk every five years or so and catch up, but we haven't talked since, well five years ago, or so.