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Valentines and other firsts remembered

I have no idea why, but something prompted me to remember a valentine’s day first last night.
It was 1987 and I was a gawky 13 year old. I still wore glasses, but was very vain that day and didn’t wear them so I saw every one through a near sighted haze. And it was raining. It rarely rained in Sunny California, but it did that February 14th. And I wore a tweety bird t-shirt and red stretch pants with jelly shoes. It was 1987 for petes sake.
I remember feeling weird and awkward in so many ways because I knew things weren’t right at home with my parents. My dad had sent my mom 17 yellow roses, but something still wasn’t right. Little did I knwo that a few months later they would separate and divorce.
I was on the student council at my junior high and we sucked the helium out of the red heart balloons we were supposed to be sending as Heart Grams.
It was also my first Valentine’s dance and my first slow dance. I danced with Erik what’s his name. And it was awkward too. Because as is common in the 7th grade I was already 5’7″ and he was probably all of 5′. He probably thought the dance was great. He got to stick his head in my already 38B chest while my friend Kim whispered, “Lean in to it,” as we swayed side to side to Tiffany.
My first kiss 2 years later wasn’t any better. Gag me with a spoon. Seriously, I think that was what he was trying to do. Thankfully my second kiss on New Years Eve 1991 was much better and I decided not to swear off on kissing all together. Although I should have been more selective. This is a lesson I will pass to my daughter.
Don’t dance with boys who only come up to your arm pits.
Don’t wear jelly shoes on rainy days.
Always wear your glasses because you want to remember what the boy you danced with looked like.
And don’t be afraid to say, “Eww, back off. Your tongue is hairy.”

One Response to “Valentines and other firsts remembered”

  1. Jamie Says:

    UGH, my first kiss was horrid, horrid, horrid. My second wasn’t any better…and it led me to believe that I would never fall in love because how in the world could I explain not wanting to kiss? Dumb little teenager. I remember candy grams, jelly shoes and short guys. But hairy tongues?

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