Ha. I have you all beaten. I was never kissed until I was 15. I never really had any junior high dances (My Catholic gradeschool was K-8, so I didn't technically go to Junior High. So I'm gonna bend the rules a bit and tell an early high school memory:
It was the middle of 10th grade and I went to our high school's Halloween dance. If I recall correctly, that was the year I went in a gorilla suit. At this time, I had a dreadful crush on Vince, who many of you know turned out to be my first boyfriend. Vince was at the dance, and as it was the height of alterna-ness at the time to be into The Cure, had come dressed as Robert Smith, complete with teased hair and messy lipstick. My friends spent the whole night asking me why I was "into a fag." But then he and I danced and he asked me out and we dated for almost 3 years and he was a wonderful, wonderful boy. I hear he's married now. Lucky woman.
Bill, for my perspective on your depressing rant, check your in-box.
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