"Oh Wendell, where are you now. I searched online and nothing found

I wonder what you've done and what you've become

Wendell you were the first for me. We were both stoned and seventeen

After or date at the Denny's, we got it on. Got it on...didn't last too long"

I had not done it yet. You would have never guessed. I considered myself a rather hip girl for my age. I had a fake ID, had smoked pot, and played in a glam rock band with older guys who had suspect English accents (they were from Denver). Yet, I think, I was the last of my girlfriends to go “all the way”-fourth base. I was starting college in a week and this seemed absurd and somewhat shameful.

Second day of my freshman year at Colorado University: I thought I would find the cutest guy in our dorm, make an advance, and get over that hump.

During our dorm floor orientation, this adorable, but sort of badass looking Hawaiian boy with dark aviators and surfing shorts, walked in. Wendell not only was my “first”, but he also remained my boyfriend for the rest of the year.

Many years later: I spent an entire evening on the internets trying to find out what ever happened to Wendell. No luck. Not everyone has a personal vanity website, tweets, or does Facebook. After that, I started Googling other people from the past. This was not a complete waste of time as I ended up writing a song called…Wendell Lee.

The song has been out in the world (on California Years) for almost nine months. People have inquired if I have heard from Wendell.

Last week: I received an email from Wendell.  He had not heard the song. I sent him the record (with a wooden dreidel –I have a ton of them left over from my holiday CD). He is, I think, honored to have a song with his name in the title. He was, however, curious about what the little wooden toy was all about. Just to let you know, he has fared better than the other exes in the song. He is still cute, has his hair, and a job.

He sent me a bunch of pictures that he took from our time together. I have not seen myself from that period in many a year. I forgot about my Loraine Newmanish perm. I forgot that despite the hairdo, I was actually kind of cute too. I never felt that way though. I was about to go into a full-blown eating disorder the following summer. Is youth wasted on the young?  Nah, just let’s you reflect and write a good semi-depressing song.

For New Years Eve: I raise a glass of Champaign (or really bad Cold Duck –because, I think, that’s what we might have drank along with a few bong hits and bumps) to all the exes who have rediscovered each other on one of the various social networking sites.  Cheers!

Oh, here is a video of the song from the wacky Bob and Tom show: Wendell Lee. 

And you can get the song on California Years!

Don't laugh!