Early Lore
Pamela Emmie-Maria VanEisjden
It was spring, wonderful spring. How else a story of deception would bring about a smile to my face and joy to my heart. It was a good year that year. You can’t tell this story without telling the tale of two other women that were indirectly involved at the time. Monica Jordan and Kamika last name unknown, so this will be hard indeed. But I will do my best to recreate the times and events that compose this relationship. Lord that guy on Oprah makes it hard for us folks who tells the story the way it went… but here it goes…
It was late April, 1991. The squire to the order was busy with a certain Monica Jordan. Life was pretty much mundane. I was seeing the world through the eyes of a USMCR pfc, so I was pretty disenchanted with everything that was going on around me. It just so happens that our band Kaytreo was doing a talent show. We would provide the music for various singers in the CSRA, all for a nominal fee. The first rehearsal is where I would first notice this trio of ladies who was to lip-sync to “Sex U up” by them colored bad kids. They were, as Simon would say, “A bad karaoke act.” They wanted to know what they needed to make their act better. And perchance it was I they would ask. This may have been their plan all along, but that is just ego and speculation. I suggested that they actually sing. That was thrown out after a few bars, but still undaunted they worked on their choreography. We went on to the next group. But I kept noticing Kamika checking me out during the rehearsals. I was kinda honored and all, but after all, I was involved at the time, so it was hard to notice that Kamika was 5”4’ around 125lbs, pecan tanned with hazel eyes. I can’t remember that other chicks name that was in the group but she went unnoticed too (meaning she looked good too! I saw her in a bathing suit, drool…). Pam was the only white girl of the group. Oh, excuse me, other than black. She was of Germanic decent. She was the quiet one. Blonde tresses to her shoulders, eyes blue as the sky, hips as round as… wait, this book is still G rated. Anyways, she was attractive. But unattainable because according to etiquette, you are not supposed to inquire about people’s friends when courting. So was I flirting? Of course I was. Monica was not satisfying the Knighted two thirds of my persona. So why did I continue with the relationship? Off hand I would say uh, Wait that’s another story.
Two weeks later, the night of the talent show. The show went off without a hitch. Every one was festive (it is this night I think about when I listen to one of our early songs called “ah Kaytreo”) even though the girls lost, Kamika approached me backstage telling me of the after-party at the local teen club. The girl was coming on to me, but yet the guys in the band had other plans. So instead of hanging with the group, I head off to the teen club, only to be stood up. After an hour of hanging out with the Deejay, I decide to break camp, only to see them in the parking lot. They called me over, and told me they couldn’t stay, which was cool. I wasn’t planning on staying either. Kamika wanted my number so we could keep in touch, but she had no pockets and didn’t have her purse. So she has Pam, the ever ready, to hang on to my number until they get home. So they left, and I walked home that night high on the promise of what was on the horizon for me. Little did I know fate had made other plans.
Etiquette rules states that once you get a phone number, you wait until the next weekend before you call. The very next day, I receive a phone call from a Pamela E.M. VanEisjden. I didn’t ask why, it didn’t bother me that she called. I enjoyed the conversation! I believe that is the key to my heart. A good conversation and a firm gams. =) Anyways, we talked everyday up until Friday. Friday is when Kamika calls. I proceed to berate Kim (Kamika liked to be called Kim) about her not calling me. And I told her about Pam calling me. She was like, what?! She eventually wrote it off and invited me down to the DYA party on post that next night. Saturday evening, I get a ride up to the party and guess who was waiting for me at the front entrance. Pam. I spoke and asked where Kamika was. She said she wasn’t there and didn’t know if she was coming or not.
Stood up again, but at least this time I was with somebody. She decided that we shouldn’t stay, but to instead go to the teen club. I was cool with it, at least down there, I knew everybody. So off we went. The club was packed. And I walked in with the most beautiful girl there. My best friend Chris was like, Yo! Mike is she with you? So you know I was on top of the world. Bad thing is that I was b.r.o.k. I didn’t have enough money for the “e”. I had enough money to buy her a soda. But that wasn’t the point that night. She was just happy to be there with me. I was happy to be there with her. We danced. And since I’m such a marvelous dancer, I wore the dance floor out with her. I was the man until a slow song came on. And I immediately headed off the dance floor. She was having no parts of that. She snatched me up and just like that the whole world fell away. I became lost in her eyes. To this day I cannot remember the name of the song that played, or how many dances we danced. All I remember is that she kissed me. And I couldn’t move after that. Dragonfly reared his ugly head. Then she tried to leave me on the dance floor. You can’t leave a man in a predicament like that. So she had to walk in front of me to our seats. We began a conversation that started with; did I do that to you? But it ended with us calling ourselves a couple.
Kamika called the very next day asking why I never showed at the DYA party. I asked where was she, because I was there, and that Pam said that you wasn’t there and wasn’t gonna be there! She said, Pam said what? And I began to explain that we went to the teen club and we were now a couple. Now to Kamika, Pam became all types of B’s and holes. And told me I was stupid because I chose to be with her. All I said was that Pam called me. She was livid. Monday afternoon I was treated to stories of Kamika and Pam getting into a fight at school and you know what that does to a guy’s popularity. (And ego!)
Even now I was still involved with Monica J. I was needed to do something about this. One was pleasing the carnal side of me and the other was satisfying my mind. I needed one girl to do this. Then I had help from my cousin, now minus one Monica I began my campaign to seduce ole blue eyes. Every weekend I was out to her house, pushing the envelope. With school out, it was almost a daily thing. Then I find out they are going out of town for a week. I would be without her for a whole week?! You know what absences do to hearts! Terror destruction and mutilation! Anyways once she got back, she had to contend with the omni-powered Dragonfly. Bad thing is that she had only one partner before me, and I am not the type of guy that you would want to have as #2. But a plan was enacted for me to stay the night. (Caution: Evil nefarious plans about to be discussed, watch your children) I was to make like I was going home, but in actuality I was in the downstairs bathroom =). We make awkward love that night. I feel ashamed that I would destroy another heart like hers until the next morning after her dad leaves for work. While Pam is in the shower, I saw her diary on her nightstand. I took a gander at her latest entries, “I love mike, mike makes me feel…..today I met Rico… I miss mike,.. Rico kissed me today…
I was like Who is Rico?! I get dressed head downstairs and out the door. I get home and mom tells me some white chick has been calling me all day. I call Pam and ask her who Rico is. She begins crying and saying that she met him on her trip and that nothing happened. I was like whatever. If that was nothing I wonder what was something.
Meantime, Pam’s mom and dad were going through a divorce. Her mom’s was going to move back to Washington State. And Pam was to go with her. You should’ve seen the cold looks I was giving her. My mind was going, oh, you wanna get back to ole Rico huh? But instead I said, look I don’t do long distance relationships. We should just break up now. That way you can get on with your life and not worry about what’s going on back here. Because lets face it, you’re never coming back to Augusta and I’m never flying out to Washington, let’s keep it real, break up now.
After many tears she agreed and we were broken up, only for her not to go. She only moved to the next town. We continued to be friends, but we could not make that step back into lovers. I swear she could’ve been the one, but with all the deception going around could true love been the backbone of this spring love affair?
