Today’s Question(s) of the Day for 8/13/2019
It was summer of 1986. I was 17, traveling with my grandmother, sister, and cousin. Grandma let me go off on my own at Disneyland. A couple very handsome young French Arab men in their late 20’s started flirting me up in line, and we ended up spending the afternoon together, and exchanging phone numbers. The next day I called Khaled from the pay phone at a restaurant. He drove over to see me; I snuck away from the table to meet him in the parking lot and he kissed me. It was FABULOUS! I called him a few times over the next few weeks, then I ran away from home and took the bus back to CA to spend a magical weekend with him at the beach with 3 more days of those fabulous kisses. Looking back, I can’t believe I did that to my poor mother. If my daughter had done that at age 17 I would have had a heart attack.
It was with dh. I was 17 at the time I think which would have made him 20. We had done what I call “pecks” for several weeks (his previous girlfriend had broken up with him for pushing for more physically, so he was afraid of scaring me off by going progressing things too fast). He finally worked up the courage to go for more than a peck and it was in the library at the college we were both attending. It was brief but great, I remember wondering to myself later if I imagined it or if it really happened.
Mine was with my second cousin. I was 14 or 15. It was true puppy love. I remember the song on the radio was “It’s magic” (’73 or ’74). I would have married her. In fact we got engaged when I was 19 for about a month. But she changed her mind.
My DH took me to the Valentine’s dance 4 days after my 16th birthday, when I was first allowed to date. It’s been 30 years, so I hope he won’t be horrified that I don’t recall for sure whether it was our first date or not, but I kind of think it was not. I think he was a gentleman and waited til third or fourth. I DO remember my knees went weak and the earth moved, even though it was a sweet, brief gentlemanly kiss. For a while I kept track on my calendar of every kiss…until we started kissing so much on each date I lost count. I also remember on the way home one night (this might have been the first date) we were almost to my house and I desperately needed some Chapstick (I always did) but was afraid to put any on and imply that I was expecting a kiss!