Cheryl was a beauty of my distant past. I had not given her much thought since I posted the story of my “Golden Opportunity Missed.”
But a couple of weeks ago I woke up from a dream in which I suddenly remembered her last name.
I wasted no time in attempting to find Cheryl.
It was unexpectedly easy and I found her almost immediately.
Cheryl lives in the Texas Hill Country about a 5 or 6 hour drive west of my home in suburban Houston. I would dearly love to see her again and, over a drink or two, reminisce about how she drove me nuts as she cut my hair in the empty house while apparently wearing only a T-shirt (with possibly nothing at all underneath).
But I not only found her address and the name of a hair salon where she now works (and possibly owns), I also found the sad tale of all she’s been through in the last nearly 40’years.
Cheryl had an epically rough life. There are plenty of news stories about her sordid past.
I don’t know the details of how or why Cheryl ended up living such a wild and ragged life, but the news stories I found strongly suggest a life destroyed by a vicious drug habit.
Cheryl got married not too long after I knew her but her husband was soon murdered and found in a ditch just outside of Houston. Cheryl has been in and out of prison a few times on various charges ranging from drug possession to theft and multiple counts of prostitution.
She seems to have now recovered from her drug habit and founded a center for recovering cocaine addicts in the small town where she lives today.
I even found a recent photo of her.
She’s well into her 60s now but you can still see that she was once a hottie.
The summer before last I stayed in a hotel with Mrs. Hornibastard and our two spawn just a short walk from Cheryl’s hair salon (though I had no idea at the time).
Although I have her address and phone number, I’ve decided not to reach out to her.
We were never really close.
She was just a very sexy young woman who cut my hair in an empty home while apparently wearing nothing but a T-shirt.
Had it not been for the barber’s cape she always put over me when she cut my hair, it would have been obvious that her long legs, her close proximity and the fact that we were all alone in her oddly empty home were really getting getting to me.
Cheryl may well have been the disaster rather than an opportunity I narrowly missed.
I will never know.
Wow I just read your first story and now this post, I didn’t realize until just now how much time has gone between when you met her and now.
We all have “what if’s” in life especially when it comes to encounters with hot women and it seems best to “let sleeping dogs lie,” I always think the fantasy of the “what if” is likely much better than the reality.
I’ll go out on a limb and say considering what you know about her past, if she was offering more than haircuts at least during the time that you knew about her she probably would have let you know more directly. Those offerings of “prostitution” probably only happened when her drug addiction shows up.