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How had I never noticed this before?
How long had this been going on?
Maybe I should explain . . .
I was at the movies.
Something the kids in my family did at
least once a week.
The highlight of said week.
This particular picture was a western.
My favourite.
But something was different this time.
Oh, there were the usual items of
interest.
Horses.
Lots and lots of horses.
And I think there were cattle also.
But for the first time, I noticed that
there were also . . . cowboys.
Huh.
When did they get there?
One cowboy, in particular, caught my
attention.
Black-haired and lithe.
Slim and well-muscled.
And oh-so-delicious in jeans and boots.
Wow!
No wonder people liked westerns so
much.
And I had thought they came, like me,
to see the horses.
I was glued to the screen every time he
appeared.
Which proved to be frequent.
Being as he was the star of the
picture.
I was so enraptured that I didn't
follow much of the story.
Oh, there were a couple of noteworthy
parts.
One, in particular, featured one of the
secondary cowboys being captured by bad guys and then creatively
tortured with cactus needles within earshot of his buddies.
The next morning, his badly abused body
was dropped in the middle of their camp.
I will admit it. It made me sick.
Literally.
For two days.
But even that horrifying scene couldn't
dim the splendour of my new hero as he saved the day.
I watched eagerly for his name to be
mentioned in the end credits.
Audie Murphy.
I said the name over and over.
Committing it to memory.
Then I headed home.
“Mom, did you know that there are
really cute guys in movies?”
My Mom stared at me. “Umm . . . yes,”
she said, rather cautiously.
This was a new topic of conversation
for me and I'm sure she was wondering where I was going with this.
“Well, the movie I just saw starred
the cutest guy ever!” I said enthusiastically.
“Really?”
“Oh, yes,” I said. “His name was
Audie Murphy! Oh, Mom he was soooo cute!”
“Audie Murphy? THE Audie Murphy?”
“Oh.” I frowned. “Have you seen
the picture?”
Mom laughed. “No,” she said. “But
I used to drool over Audie Murphy when I was your age!”
Now it was my turn to stare. “Really?”
“Oh, I was so in love with
him!”
“Huh,” I said and headed for my
room.
My mom had been – had been –
in love with my hero when she was my age?
He was . . . old?
Suddenly, in my mind, the handsome face
I had seen in the movie started to undergo . . . changes.
Lines appeared.
Grey hairs.
False teeth.
Okay, I admit it, I have a good
imagination.
I never saw my new/old hero again.
I think the movie I had seen was his
last.
Newer, younger heroes took his place in
my world.
Heroes that my Mom had never dreamed
about.
But, oddly enough, at this end of my
life, it's Audie Murphy that I think of when someone mentions their
screen heartthrobs.
I guess it's true.
First love is always the sweetest.
