High School...GULP! 9th grade was sort of terrifying...I was really awkward not having yet mastered walking in the huge feet I acquired over the summer, in fact, I distinctly recall falling FLAT on my face as I got off the bus at school the very first day...uggghhh.
Now I would describe myself as neutral, I wasn't a "Burnout" (the kids that smoked and dressed in ACDC and Led Zeppelin shirts with a flannel shirt over it) and I wasn't a "Preppy" (No Izod shirts for me). I was a blue jean wearing button down shirt kind of guy. I had friends on both sides of the fence. But I wasn't partaking in the burnout lifestyle, yet I seem to attract the Burnout girls. In particular Ann Marie..she was in one of my classes, I think it was Social Studies
You know how that whole thing works, "Hey man, Ann Marie thinks you're cute." "She does?" "Yeah, do you like her?" "Well, what did she say exactly?" "Dude, she said she likes you!" "Really? Well Yeah I guess I like her." I guess I like her?” What the hell kind of answer was that? Let me be honest here, I didn't really care that much for Ann Marie (Ann if you're reading this SORRY) but I'm 15 years old-HORMONES-they are screaming at me to get some female companionship YESTERDAY.
I had no clue what I was getting into and neither did poor old Ann Marie. Remember the extent of my experience in girls was kissing Penny at the playground, French Kissing hadn't yet entered my vocabulary, of if it had I had no clue how to or when to...Damn! There is way too much confusion in this growing up stuff.
So I asked Ann Marie "Out" no not on a date...when you asked someone out you are going "Steady" STEADY? Holy Crap, what have my hormones gotten me into now? I can't even remember where or how I asked her, I think there was the old standard exchange of notes in school (I don't have hers, but you guys are not gonna believe this I have MANY MANY notes that I exchanged in high school with various people, SICK I know and I'll share them here eventually, why I kept them I'll never know. I had them and I left for the Army only a couple of months after graduating High School so they got tucked away in the attic.)...any way I'm sure when I asked I was a blubbering idiot.
So our first date was at the Roller Skating Rink, where I was establishing myself as Pottsie's brother-allow me to elaborate-My Brother Jimmie was two years ahead of me and was Mr. Popular and had a lot of girls digging his scene if you know what I mean. So I had some residual success because of my brother, who happened to work at the skating rink as a floor guard. Thanks Jimmie! I remember showing up at the skating rink with Ann Marie (who I forgot to mention had failed the 9th grade the year before so she was older than me-that's right an older woman!) My brother questioned my choice of girls-now Ann Marie wasn't ugly she just wasn’t overly attractive, she was tall and razor thin, long brown hair, too much make-up, black ACDC T-shirt and a snaggle tooth-hey, I call 'em like I see 'em-Like a Jewel snaggle tooth, not a wicked witch of the West snaggle tooth.
So we skated, held hands, had a snack, drank some soda, skated some more blah blah blah...Suddenly I'm on the far side of the skating rink, Ann Marie is no where to be found and the lights dim, "Ladies Choice"-I think Gino Vanelli was playing (Holy Crap the memory I have). Suddenly from behind I'm pulled towards the benches in the darkest corner of the skating rink, amongst the discarded coats and jackets that were all over the place, I fall back on the bench, my back bangs hard against the wall. Holy Crap I’m getting mugged, I only have $5.00, please don't hit me in the face...MOMMY I'm too young to die...HELP HELP HELP!!!! OH-Ann Marie, hey what's up? I knew it was her the whole time! Suddenly Ann Marie is sitting on my lap...Damn It; there goes that pack of crackers I was saving for later. Now I'm looking into her eyes, briefly and I flash back to Penny on the Monkey Bars. Oh Hey, I'm supposed to kiss her here, my eyes close as I move in. Lips puckered for one of my famous lip lock kisses, what the..??? Is that her tongue? Is she pushing it against my lips? What the hell is she doing-Damn her tongue is strong, some how it is forcing my lips apart, the next thing I know tongues are darting all over the place. Suddenly my tongue had a mind of its own I explored that snaggle tooth, and I even think I cut my tongue on it. AHH HAAAA this is how people kiss for so long without having their minds wander all over the place-what the hell is the ? CIGARETTES? Ewwww Ann Marie had just smoked a cigarette, come on tongue lets go I don't like cigarette smokers...tongue? Tongue? TONGUE?!!!! Let's GO!!!!! Oh great, fine you keep going I'll just wait right here-huhhhhh!!! My tongue stayed there for the entire Ladies Choice, and kept going back for more. Every time the lights dimmed my tongue lead me back to the corner, our corner..Good Job tongue.
This lasted for about a month-noooo not the kiss Ann Marie and I, I think it was mutual, I wasn't experienced enough for her. Ann Marie liked fast cars and faster men (or something like that) and I wasn't into the whole cigarette smoking burnout lifestyle. My children weren't gonna have a burnout for a mom. So it ended awkwardly- we didn't talk, and Ann Marie slowly faded away-like Penny POOOF she was gone. In fact I don't remember seeing Ann Marie after the 9th grade, for all I know she failed again and is still in 9th grade.
So that's my experience on French Kissing-Everyone has their first and that was mine-is French Kissing over rated? My tongue doesn't think so.
Yes the picture above is a picture of my tongue today-they grow up so quickly-as you can see it still has a mindof its own!
More High School Memories Next time!
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