I haven't heard from Jeffrey since Friday, save for a very brief email (of the "Ok, thanks" variety) on Saturday.
But I'll tell you who I did hear from:
Aaron, my very first boyfriend ever.
Sorry,
_aqualung_, but Aaron came first.
It was the summer of ... 1984? 1985? I'm sure it was one of the two, though I'm no longer certain of which. Aaron and I were campers at The JCC's Camp Noar, and we were among the oldest of the bunch. We never did anything more risqué than hold hands, but I still remember that as being quite the thrill. Our camp took a trip to some amusement park in Virginia (King's Dominion?), and we had our picture taken wearing matching "Virginia is for Lovers" hats.
I'm gonna have to track down whatever became of that picture, but wanna see what he looks like nowadays?
He's married, with a daughter, and living in New York. And he sounds like he's just as nice a guy now as I remember him being then.
But I'll tell you who I did hear from:
Aaron, my very first boyfriend ever.
Sorry,
_aqualung_, but Aaron came first.It was the summer of ... 1984? 1985? I'm sure it was one of the two, though I'm no longer certain of which. Aaron and I were campers at The JCC's Camp Noar, and we were among the oldest of the bunch. We never did anything more risqué than hold hands, but I still remember that as being quite the thrill. Our camp took a trip to some amusement park in Virginia (King's Dominion?), and we had our picture taken wearing matching "Virginia is for Lovers" hats.
I'm gonna have to track down whatever became of that picture, but wanna see what he looks like nowadays?
He's married, with a daughter, and living in New York. And he sounds like he's just as nice a guy now as I remember him being then.
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I MISS YOUNG LOVE!
We should write/put together an anthology of "first love" stories.
For the first half of the summer we were at a coed day camp together, but for the second half of the summer, we were each sent to (separate) sleepaway camps. I remember he sent me a couple of letters, and that not once but TWICE! he mentioned that there was a guy in his bunk who could burp the alphabet.
I don't remember the specifics, but it seems the gist is that, sooner of later, one of us forgot to write back.
Plus, he was from New York and I was from Pittsburgh, so even after the summer was over, it wasn't like we were back in the same place again.
It sure is nice to see his face again, though.
This could be TMI, but the first boy to make a sexual advance toward me asked me, "Do you have a linguini salad down there or a soft peach?" I was, maybe...7 or 8 yrs old. It took me years to figure out what he was talking about. He was 7 or 8 years old! Where did he come up with that? It's disturbing to me now!
Linguini salad?
I'm guessing he had an obnoxious older brother?
She used to grab the phone from him and ask me if I was "a ho".
"Are you a ho?!" she'd ask.
I didn't know what that was at that time, so I asked.
"A ho sucks dick!" she screamed.
Really, H. I could write a book about these moments.