Cynthia has been my gurl since she pulled my hair on the first day of seventh grade at Everman Jr. High. I guess she saw something in me through the ponytails, plaid skirt and the coke bottle glasses. Okay they were not quite coke bottles, but everything looks bigger in seventh grade. Speaking of bigger, Cynthia spent the night with me during our new friendship. I thought she was great! My two older sisters were thick as theives and had no time for me, but Cynthia did. During an innocent wardrobe malfunction, my innocent eyes were introduced to Cynthia's huge knockers!!! Her boobs were the biggest boobs I'd ever seen and I lived in a house where my mother thought "we were all women" and she could move about all areas of that house in her birthday suit.
I was stunned and a little jealous by the sheer volume of them. I remember later looking down at the flatness of my own tee shirt and cursing the little raisins underneath. Maybe that's why they're not much bigger today. As I said, everything is bigger in seventh grade.
In high school, Cynthia drifted to track and I to drill team where we gained new friends that shared our interests but still she was my gurl and I was hers. Cynthia met Rudy when she was sixteen and they are married today with two kids. I don't think I even know any men that I might have met when I was sixteen! That girl has some sticktoitiveness...(did I spell that right? :-)
Cynthia has been the glue in my life for 35 years...the constant...the rock! She knows all my hurts and secrets. She has shared in my joys and my dreams. Our lives mirror in so many ways, outside of the big boobs and the long marriage. She can understand me like no other. She has the strongest shoulder to lean on and the best laugh when tipsy.
