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Adolescence - First date (7 stories selected)
Stories Listed by Date (page 1 of 1)Winters of my life (story 1 of 7)It all started in grade 4, that was 5 years ago.I was a skinny,shy sweet girl who trys to be friends with anyone she meets (and still am). I had just transfered to a new school and I was, and still am, the quiet type. We had to do a group project and I knew nobody in my class. Then a boy, one year older than I, asked me if I wanted to be his partner, so I agreed. His name is Carlos, he was taller than me, and a cute little pudgy boy.One day his sister invited me over for a sleepover,I agreed.... Crushed (story 2 of 7)Cheryl Tiegs and Farrah Fawcett are, by all accounts, two goddesses of unparalleled beauty. At least they were to me, way back when I was a 5th grader in the late 1970’s. And I would have given everything back then, even my entire allowance for a month, just to meet them and have them autograph their posters adorning the inside of my closet. But of course I never did meet them, and deep down I knew I never would; they were untouchable, Hollywood celebrities with so much more to live for than... Sister Christian, Oh the Time Has Come (or How I Learned About Love the Hard Way) (story 3 of 7)Consider, for a moment, the rock band Night Ranger. If you grew up outside the 1980s, this band may not mean very much to you. But if you were a teenager in the early to mid-1980s, Night Ranger may very well provoke a strong reaction: over-hyped and under-talented, cheese metal, a band with a power ballad that will live through the ages, or maybe even a genius of the early days of MTV. I grew up in the 1980s, and for me Night Ranger means one thing: Jayme. In the early part of 1984, I fell in... Second Chances (story 4 of 7)I’m standing in front of my mirror and trying to understand the image reflected back at me. The body is flawed but functional in this black blouse that cuts low enough to show a fleshy gap of breast and I run my hands through my ironed hair, watching as it falls back into place around my shoulders. My First Date (story 5 of 7)I was nine or ten years old and the details of how this all came about are a bit foggy in my memory. However, my recollections of the salient points of the date itself are crystal clear. Allow me to expand. Hanging Out on the Lawn (story 6 of 7)My first date, or perhaps I should say series of dates, were not really dates as much as a deliberate yet designed-to-be-super-casual daily gatherings on my friend Amy's lawn with the boys we liked from school. Amy's mom and dad were divorced, and Amy's mom, with whom she lived, worked all day, so we could conduct our clandestine romances without the watchful eyes of a curious parent. Amy liked Gerald and I liked Jeff. She and I were best friends, and Gerald and Jeff were best friends, so our... First kiss (story 7 of 7)I was in seventh grade, and thirteen years old. All the girls were having their first kisses and by May and June I had already given up of it, because I liked a guy who was one year older and didn't care a thing about me; it was just one of these platonic cases we always face in this age.
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