Re: Theme Day - Jane

February 4, 2006

I could not be given enough of anything, to live through those teen

years again. I pseudo experienced them again watching my daughter

painfully make her way through them - so much self consciousness and

needing to be cool and wanting to be accepted. <shudders>

I married my high school sweetie, think he was my 4th or 5th

boyfriend and my 6th and 7th and 8th if you count the times we broke

up then got back together. No one else would date me cuz they knew

I was hung up on him. But it depends on what counts as a

boyfriend. Family friends had a boy my age - Larry Abraham. I

think it was 6th grade. What about the kid in 6th grade who threw

erasers at my head? Does that count as true love ? With Larry,

somehow it was decided we would be boyfriend/girlfriend, I think his

mom was more excited about it than we were. We did a couple

letters, and that was that. Next was Ed, somewhere in my teens -

8th or 9th grade ? We officially were girlfriend/boyfriend, but the

boy never even held my hand or any farther. Ran into him in my 4th

yr of college and he was full out gay, not that it was a surprise.

Then <shudder> boy am I glad I called off that one. For real,

he's probably in some mental institution now. He got weirder after

the motorcycle accident that put him in a coma for a month, plate in

his head. Never really did enjoy him, it just was prestige to have

a boyfriend. Then person who is presently hubby. Our first date,

he took me to have my first ever taco. I didn't know we were going

to have tacos. You know how to try to be neat and feminine and

girly to come across as appealing - there is no way to be that way

when you have taco breaking apart and falling down your front. He

didn't care. I was mortified. He didn't notice. I was a naive,

sheltered girl and he took me to my first ever Bond movie. I

was sure he took me so he could make some moves on me, I was all

ready to fight him off. Nope, he took me cuz he wanted to see the

movie. Same thing with a couple drive in movies he asked me to. I

was ready to fight off his moves, and he just wanted to see the

movie. At my childhood home, there was this wide gravel strip at

the side of the home, the hedge at the end of our property next to

it. Many times we'd be in the car after a date, um, making out, and

mom would come, tap on the window and say " don't you think you've

been out here long enough? " Hoping the windows were fogged up

enough that she couldn't see in. Parents just aren't supposed to do

that! When my kid was a teen, with a boyfriend - my studio in this

home looks out to the sidewalk and driveway. My art table is in

front of the window, and when I'm working, the curtains are apart,

letting in light. My daughter walked to our home with her boyfriend

after school one day, must not have noticed I was in my studio, I

saw them " goodbye " kiss. Only thing I thought was - come up for air

gyrl ! Not something I especially want to witness.

Them are my stories.

jane

February 5, 2006

Funny how we think our parents are blind and deaf and haven't " been there " ,

until waaayyyy later, when we realize just how smart they are and that, hey,

they were human too, hehe!!

Re: Theme Day - Jane

> I could not be given enough of anything, to live through those teen

> years again. I pseudo experienced them again watching my daughter

> painfully make her way through them - so much self consciousness and

> needing to be cool and wanting to be accepted. <shudders>

>

> I married my high school sweetie, think he was my 4th or 5th

> boyfriend and my 6th and 7th and 8th if you count the times we broke

> up then got back together. No one else would date me cuz they knew

> I was hung up on him. But it depends on what counts as a

> boyfriend. Family friends had a boy my age - Larry Abraham. I

> think it was 6th grade. What about the kid in 6th grade who threw

> erasers at my head? Does that count as true love ? With Larry,

> somehow it was decided we would be boyfriend/girlfriend, I think his

> mom was more excited about it than we were. We did a couple

> letters, and that was that. Next was Ed, somewhere in my teens -

> 8th or 9th grade ? We officially were girlfriend/boyfriend, but the

> boy never even held my hand or any farther. Ran into him in my 4th

> yr of college and he was full out gay, not that it was a surprise.

> Then <shudder> boy am I glad I called off that one. For real,

> he's probably in some mental institution now. He got weirder after

> the motorcycle accident that put him in a coma for a month, plate in

> his head. Never really did enjoy him, it just was prestige to have

> a boyfriend. Then person who is presently hubby. Our first date,

> he took me to have my first ever taco. I didn't know we were going

> to have tacos. You know how to try to be neat and feminine and

> girly to come across as appealing - there is no way to be that way

> when you have taco breaking apart and falling down your front. He

> didn't care. I was mortified. He didn't notice. I was a naive,

> sheltered girl and he took me to my first ever Bond movie. I

> was sure he took me so he could make some moves on me, I was all

> ready to fight him off. Nope, he took me cuz he wanted to see the

> movie. Same thing with a couple drive in movies he asked me to. I

> was ready to fight off his moves, and he just wanted to see the

> movie. At my childhood home, there was this wide gravel strip at

> the side of the home, the hedge at the end of our property next to

> it. Many times we'd be in the car after a date, um, making out, and

> mom would come, tap on the window and say " don't you think you've

> been out here long enough? " Hoping the windows were fogged up

> enough that she couldn't see in. Parents just aren't supposed to do

> that! When my kid was a teen, with a boyfriend - my studio in this

> home looks out to the sidewalk and driveway. My art table is in

> front of the window, and when I'm working, the curtains are apart,

> letting in light. My daughter walked to our home with her boyfriend

> after school one day, must not have noticed I was in my studio, I

> saw them " goodbye " kiss. Only thing I thought was - come up for air

> gyrl ! Not something I especially want to witness.

>

> Them are my stories.

>

> jane

February 5, 2006