How I Met Big Daddy

 Back in 1977 when I was 15 years old and in the 9^th grade. The state of Oklahoma’s drinking laws were a little crazy. Girls could be 18 years old to purchase alcohol but boys had to be 21.

I could pass for 18 years old. But my sister Mina who was two years older could not. That is where the trouble started. Mina has always been a responsible drinker and driver. A plan was hatched. I would go in the store buy the beer after her and friends would drink it, than I would get to drive. I have always loved to drive.

 Then it would be on to Tornado of Tulsa at 21^st and Harvard. Tornado of Tulsa was a foosball hall. You had to be 16 years old to go inside but hey I was 18. I went up to the counter to get change and there was Gene.  He had the most amazing blue eyes I had ever seen. He made a comment about how beautiful he thought my eyes were. I had always been attracted to older boys. Huh always? I think that meant for at least three years since I was really 15 years old. But he did not know I was 15. He thought I was 18 years old. I was not going to tell him any different.  He owned the place and that was against the law to have anyone younger than 16 in there.  My love of driving is what kept me from the truth.

 After weeks of going into Tornado of Tulsa to play foosball, always being the one to get change. One thing had lead to another. All my friends were talking about sex but no one had done it. I thought well if I am going to do it I want to do it with someone who knew what they were doing.  Weeks later I think I am pregnant. I skip school and go to Planned Parent Hood. I am pregnant.  I later go to my mother’s OB/GYN confirmed pregnant.

Oklahoma law back then was a little different on this subject matter also. I was 15 years old Gene was 27. However, Oklahoma law allowed us to get married with a court order. Now if I had been 16 years old we would have just needed my parents consent. We were married March 11, 1977. Two months later we found out I was not pregnant. It was a false pregnancy.

 There is much more to this story, but it would then be a novel and not a blog.