My girlfriend

Hi,
This is my first effort at posting a blog. For those of you who have all the time in the world, this blog will read like Gulliver's Travels and Marco Polo chronicles rolled into one. For others, this is one of those strange places that you wander into inadvertently, and wish you hadn't!
Anyway, let me begin with a story. People always like stories-especially wicked ones. But being G~d fearing fellow, catering to a wide expanse of conservative masses, I shall desisit from any kind of salacious stuff. So all those who have wandered in here in search of "juicy" bits - out. That means OUT.
This story is about a guy who grows up in a small town in the back of beyond. His travails may bore the city bred types and leave the village based bumpkins red-faced- because the truth is out. I dont mean to be malicious - it is second nature to me and will reflect in my writings from time to time. Some people will find their reflections here. Others will get a feeling that they know the person being discussed. But I will not name any names and there will be no prizes for guessing.
Enough of the prologue for now. Let us begin on the journey.
Shortly after my wedding, my wife asked - "Did you have a girlfriend?" I don't know what prompted her to ask. Maybe all women ask this question-perhaps to ascertain the benchmark that they are competing against. "Yes" I said. "Really? And how deep was this friendship?" Her eyes had narrowed down to slits and she looked like a boxer aiming the "sunday punch". "I was absolutely crazy about her.We were the talk of the colony. Had it not been for our age difference, we would perhaps have married" By now she was getting visions of a lolita like affair. " and just how much was this age diference?". "I was three and she was twentythree". The wind went out of the sails of the armada. My better half retired in a huff. Maybe she doesnt like cannonball jokes which fall so close to all that she holds dear.But as any married person will tell you, the cannons keep pointing at you even after the bugles declare truce.
This brings me to the the first "girl" in my life.