Age of Consent by New Order
Let me take you back to eighth grade, to a nice spring day tucked away in a music room of a middle school I won't name, back to the sight of my first "real" kiss. Oh yeah, in a dank and shabby room filled with used instruments and rickety music stands it happened.
I had braces, put on mascara and eyeliner behind my mom's back and had a huge crush on the drummer, Esteban, he was tall and had black curly hair. Yes, I was such a rebel. He was my friend, he taught me to play the drums and spent a lot of time with me, being broadcasting producer had so many perks in those days.
I had braces, put on mascara and eyeliner behind my mom's back and had a huge crush on the drummer, Esteban, he was tall and had black curly hair. Yes, I was such a rebel. He was my friend, he taught me to play the drums and spent a lot of time with me, being broadcasting producer had so many perks in those days.
After a ridiculously long spring concert, that I was assigned to supervise he told me sheepishly that he liked me liked me, and had for a while now. I blushed and of course told him that I liked him liked him too. I still remember his smile, the way his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree...I'm pretty sure I looked that same. He held my hand and after putting away his snare drum he grabbed my face and kissed me, our chucks squeaking against the laminate flooring. His lips tasted like big red and sprite. For about two seconds it was heaven, soft lips and calloused hands caressing my cheeks.
He mumbled something about my lips tasting like Dr. Pepper and all I could do is hold up the Bonnie Bell Lip Smackers Chap Stick. He smiled and kissed me again. Thank you Bonnie Bell!
Nothing ever came of that kiss, it simply wasn't meant to be. Shortly after finding out we'd kissed my "friend" decided she wanted him back after tossing him aside. He and her got together, broke up, got back together and broke up again before the school year ended. Then it hurt, as only crushed puppy love can hurt but now it's just one of those things you did in middle school. I went on to Amat and he went where ever he went, we simply lost touch but I hear this song and I'm back to that day. I think of gum, sprite, his lips, my heart pounding and the next morning when he haded me a note and kissed my forehead.
I saw you this morning
I thought that you might like to know
I received your message in full a few days ago
I understood every word that it said
And now that I've actually heard it
You're going to regret
And I'm not the kind that likes to tell you
Just what you want me to
You're not the kind that needs to tell me
About the birds and the bees
What song reminds you of a certain event?
2 comments:
:) You always remember that first kiss. I remember mine... even 40 years later... I wanted it to last forever.
Songs that remind me of an event - well... I'm going to say Blondie's "Call Me!" from the 80s.
More accurately it was the theme song to "American Gigolo" starring Richard Gere and Lauren Hutton which me and my college buddies saw on opening night. For weeks afterwards, we attempted to dress as nicely as Richard Gere did (hoping to attract some "babes"). All that actually came out of it was we didn't look like slobs for a couple months (which was an event of its own)
:)
This is an amazing story. My first kiss was not as beautiful :) Kinda make me smile looking back though..
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