Articles by Glenn Stok
I had spent numerous weekends at that singles resort in past summers, but this was late fall, and I suddenly decided to go for a weekend late in November.
The place attracted many young singles looking for fun and romance a decade earlier. As time went on, the same people kept coming back. Their lives went by, they got older, and some had been married and divorced.
As for me, I repeated the pattern of choosing women I didn't want to marry but with whom we were immersed in loving relationships. Life was passing by without committing to a permanent bond with a lovely woman.
Any of them might have led to a lifetime of love and caring, but I never found the one that made me feel comfortable sharing life as a team. There was one, but her life ended early, and even though she had bipolar disorder, no one else ever matched up to her since.
Here I am now, at the next stage in my life. I arrived on Friday evening and met several people in the first few hours of the weekend when everybody tried to make as many new friends as possible.
Many people came that last weekend of the season before closing for the winter. Surprisingly, many people were unattached after a summer of dating and partying. There were so many people it was impossible to have met everyone.
I went to bed that Friday night, thinking about how much I had wanted to meet someone nice that I might finally consider for a lifelong relationship. The weekend had just begun, but I was unaware of what would happen during my visit.
On Saturday morning, a few of us went hiking, and I met a woman whose only attraction was her soft, young skin. I remember thinking that I needed to be in a relationship again.
I didn't want to be with just anyone. It had to be someone special, and this wasn't the one, but I spent most of the day with her anyway. That was my modus operandi; I usually never gave myself the chance to remain available when the right one came along.
After an uplifting conversation at dinner, we ended up in my cabin, where sex was on both our minds. We enjoyed each other's caresses for quite some time. Then, we decided to cool down by going to the recreation hall for a sweaty game of Ping-Pong.
The time had passed quickly, and the evening dance was about to begin in the central lodge. As we completed our last game, we agreed to meet later for a dance. We both wanted to wash up first, so we went our separate ways to prepare for the evening activities.
I returned to my cabin to shower and dressed for the evening social affairs. I put on a nice pair of jeans and a bright colored blue shirt. It was a casual place.
Before leaving my room, I lay down for a few minutes to gather my thoughts and think about the evening's events. I knew I wanted to find someone special, and this was not leading in the right direction. This girl was fun to be with, but I knew she wasn't the type of person I had been looking for in a relationship. And yet, I committed to meet up with her again for a dance later that evening.
I thought about the fact that there were other women there that weekend, and I should give myself a chance to find that special one just in case she was hiding somewhere. I knew I should make myself available and not stick to one girl for the rest of the weekend.
Well, it was time to go. I rushed over to the lodge. Looking around, I saw that there weren't many attractive women that weekend. At least I knew I had someone to dance with. I didn't see her, and I stood by a bookcase, watching the others dance while enjoying the music.
Suddenly, this gorgeous gal appeared from the crowd of dancing bodies—the most stunning woman I had ever envisioned. There she was, directly in front of me!
She was my height with a healthy appearance. Her smile instantly put me at ease as I realized she had a friendly personality. So, I immediately realized that she matched a vision of mine about the kind of woman I was seeking.
'My search was over,' I thought to myself as I said, "Hello!" I knew she saw the glee on my face when she responded, "Hi, I'm Lisa!"
"My name's Glenn," I replied, with a big grin from ear to ear.
She said she saw me from across the room and wanted to meet me. We both responded to each other's positive expressions, and we didn't move from that spot for at least an hour while getting to know one another.
"Is Lisa short for something, like Elizabeth?"
"No, it's just Lisa."
"Are you religious?"
"No. Are you?"
"I'm Jewish but not religious."
"Me too! Where do you live?"
"In Rego Park."
"I live there too!"
The conversation got more serious and involved. We found ourselves getting close right there. I had hoped the other one I spent most of that day with wouldn't come walking by. We danced till midnight when everyone counted down the minutes as they did on New Year's Eve. That was the custom there on the last singles weekend of the season. We kissed at the stroke of midnight. I remember feeling those smooth, warm lips.
Suddenly, another girl came running by and kissed me as she passed us. In one fell swoop, she kissed me and continued moving on! She was the one I had sex with hours earlier.
Luckily, she didn't impose on us other than that quick kiss. I guess she was a decent woman, after all. Lisa asked who that was. "Just someone I ran into this weekend," I answered. We danced until we couldn't dance anymore and decided to call it a night. I walked with her up the stairs to the guest rooms.
We felt strongly for each other, and neither wanted to spoil it by making it a one-night stand. So, we stopped at the top of the staircase, talking, kissing, and embracing.
We both had this urge to go to bed together, but neither of us knew that the other felt the same — at least not then. I wanted her to know that I was interested in more than an instant fling, so we stayed at the top of the staircase, talking and embracing, long after the music stopped.
The sun began to appear over the dew-covered hillside. It glistened through the window at the top of the stairs, where we had spent many hours talking and kissing. She went to her room on the third floor, and I went to my room. I fell asleep quickly and peacefully.
The following day, I woke up full of energy and jumped out of bed early. I realized I had met someone who thinks like me, has the same goals and values as I have, and who I felt I could communicate with on a deep emotional level with honesty and trust.
I showered and got dressed to go to the dining room for breakfast. She wasn't there yet. Instead of eating,
I waited in the living room, where everyone would pass through on the way to the dining room. The Sunday newspaper was lying on the table for the guests. I picked up the business section and browsed through it, continually looking up whenever somebody passed by on the way to the dining room.
Then, there she was. She briskly headed for the dining room with a healthy, graceful stride—not looking around at all, but heading for the dining room with an intent focus. I dropped the newspaper and yelled, "Lisa!" She immediately broke into a smile and came over to the couch where I sat.
"How'd you like to have breakfast with me?" I asked.
"I'd love to. I was actually hoping to find you in the dining room. I didn't think of looking for you here."
"I was waiting here because I didn't want to eat without you," I answered as I rubbed the last little bit of sleepiness out of my eyes.
We spent the entire Sunday together, getting to know one another. Life was good, and everything went well. Others could see that we had a thing going on, and they left us alone.
Sunday went too fast. It was getting dark, and time for a three-hour trip home. As it turned out, she had come with a friend rather than with her car. I offered to drive her home since we lived near each other.
We saw a shooting star while we drove home on that clear moonlit night. We agreed that it was a sign of a forthcoming romantic affair that was meant to be.
