I used to have a great picture of her in the same lime green helmet I would later get. She has those thick, nerd glasses on. Hawt. That was in the rec.climbing days. A guy named Karl Lew used to have some pictures of most of the people back then, but it's been down for a while.
Anyway, I e-mailed her back and forth for a while when she was single. Then...we played Quake II against each other online! She killed me in very humiliating ways and spoofed my communications somehow. I loved it.
Now we both have kids about the same age. Memories...
Definitely, sandstone. My last romantic climbing partner and I are still climbing. I just have to...hide the pain man. Oooooof. No, I'm OK. Belay on...
The Climbing Chica...nothing boosts the self-confidence like that partnership/crush of an opposite sex climbing partner. And nothing breaks the heart like when that patrnership/crush is done.
edit: fuking shoulder injury plus chica's new non-climbing, lead singer of Poison look-a-like mofo= big fukin frowny face.
I met my first gf, Donna, at Stoney Pt. She was a Bruin Mountaineer; I was attending Pierce J.C. She was learning with the club; I was bouldering with Hennek, McLean, Higgins, Roger Newell, maybe Lauria, etc. After a while of me not noticing her, she came up to me and said, "You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen. Would you like to go to a sorority dinner-dance with me?" I said that I would, so that began a year and a half of seeing her and going on trips together tho she was not really a climber. She liked the outdoor life tho. This is the only digital pic of her that I have, taken in Havasu Canyon.
Donna crossing Havasu Creek.
Credit: BooDawg
The only real climbing gf or crush I've had was Mary Bomba. We met on a flight to Europe, and she came on some Bruin Mountaineer trips and learned to climb with me and was very good, and I trusted her implicitly to belay me on some good FAs.
Mary on the FA of the N. Face of Merced Pk.
Credit: BooDawg
Mary rappelling after the FA of "Marginal."
Credit: BooDawg
Mary on an exploratory backpack into Evolution Basin
Don't know her name. French chick I think, based on the armpit bush. She hung around the old Body Shop in Salt Lake. When I was 15 she was teaching me and a couple friends how to climb in the cave. She told us to "grad that big donkey dong like you own it."
Her parents picked me up one time when our jeep broke down on engineer pass. They had an RV and were out for the day. Got to sit shotgun and talk about Amanda for the whole ride back down. Really great people! I'm pretty sure she was 19 when she soloed H wall.
Jack Roberts. Our first "date" was a climbing day. Next date was dinner...that lasted until the next morning, at least. Thank goodness he married me, as my mother would have been SOOO shocked at the events of our first date! What an after-date time....25 years of the best times ever. I miss him so much! Still, not dead yet (me, that is)....wonder what the next 3rd of my life will bring............
Good thread, by the way!
Pam
Thanks to the women that responded - I totally didn't mean it as a "creepy male" fixation thing, but I was worried for a while when I didn't see any of the obvious man-hotties pop up...plus, it was like 20 years ago for me.
Let us know!