and its storytime....

lets have back story first

i didnt loose my virginity until after i was a senior in high school. like the last few months of being a senior (1981)....i lost it to a local fella after a drunken night of miller lite ponies and sloe gin fizzes (yes yuck yuck now)

blonde hair in a shag like style. beautiful blue eyes. had that little cocky walk. puka shell necklace. worked at a gas station (sounds like an 80's song), crooked little sexy smile. he was smokin' in my eyes. had an old truck to boot (can we start singing Jack and Dianne by John Cougar now? )....

he was so sexy in those boot cut jeans and his beautiful smile. his nickname was Stretch.

i was more than a little tipsy when it happened. my best friend was in the other room getting it on with his best friend. little did i know she was plowed because she had been drinking sloe gin straight! who does that? my bf did and then proceeded to vomit it up, all over a white bedspread. i heard that the next morning, the guy's mom was like WHO GOT KILLED IN YOUR BEDROOM LAST NIGHT?!

but this isnt what i started to write about.....

during this time frame of the above story, but slightly earlier, i became involved with a genuine redneck from my area. i live in what could be considered a suburb but honestly at the time it was like a one stoplight town. NOT ANYMORE. his family roots ran deep in the area. born and bred charles county. he worked in the auto shop right next to where i worked, dipping ice cream cones. i knew of him because i was already friends with his sisters. hugest blue eyes and blonde hair, tall and very gangly. he smoked cigs all the damn time. drank miller ponies as well. and he had a cute little snaggle tooth smile.

he used to come into my store to buy cigs (Salem Lights) at 5pm before he would head home. he was a year or two out of high school. he had an old vintage car that was in PRISTINE condition, with the art work on the back that said PATTYS PRIDE (His gf)....back in the day we all used to cruise a shopping center. thats how we met people. every friday night, round and round and round, in a steady train of cars, mostly souped up and fancy)...when you met someone, you would pull over into parking spaces and chat. alot of the vintage cars would pull their cars into a space and chat. it was endless fun on a friday night.

he finally asked me to go out. the scuttlebutt was that he and Patty broke up (which meant he wanted to fuck around on her and that rumor would circulate) he had already asked a very good friend of mine out and that lasted about 2 weeks. (i truly believe it was because she didnt put out)...so i was next on the list (both of my girl friend and i were 'cruisers' but she had a snazzy vintage camaro, not the sleek ones, one from like the mid 70s that she kept in pristine condition)

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i was like YESSS....the hugest crush on the cutest boy.....he picked me up in a car that wasnt Pattys pride. I thought he would take me to cruise of something....nope, we ended up going to his friends house where i live now.....we ended up drinking a lot of Miller ponies that night. We ended up in his friends bedroom making out and him diving into my pants. i was still a virgin and he couldnt get it in nor was he very hard. after a few tries, he just got up and said ok, time to leave, leaving me disillusioned in the bed. i was quite embarrassed about it. he drove me home, kissed me goodnight, called me baby doll and he would see me soon. (im sure that was standard for him) the next week was torture. he didnt call, i hadnt seen him at the garage. but on friday, he did call me and asked to see me. i was breathless and excited. of course i said yes. he picked my up in an old truck and we proceeded to cruise our area, drinking miller ponies once again. (thats what you did in the country, when i look back now thinking how i never had a DUI or an accident is a miracle)....we ended up pulling in behind one of the high schools and the making out began, with him of course diving into my pants. But in the cab of the truck, him being 6'5 and me having long legs as well, it just didntwork very well. and he was drunk. he finally got up, straightened himself out, and said sorry darlin', im drunker that a popcorn fart. me looking at him like WTF? the next week, i saw him riding around town in Pattys pride, with Patty. I wasnt too upset. i did confront him about it since we worked beside each other but he was nonchalant about it. funny thing, i was really mad at him and we stayed friends. Later years, he was a serious alcoholic, who smoked like a fiend, still a redneck. he had been married 4 times. he passed away from a heart attack. i did attend his viewing, going to pay respect to his sisters and his mother but yes, to him as well. he was a fond memory.

today i heard this song come up on my playlist, which was playing during the whole popcorn fart experience. it reminded me of Ricky and i was instantaneously taken back to that night.

i don't like chick singers. they are totally not my fave. but i will always love stevie nicks and her magic. this was me and rickys 'song' as i see it.

good times....

im sure we all have memories like this