Category Archives: Young romance
My first kiss was with Eleanor…
Late-bloomer, Bro
It really gets me thinking,…
It really gets me thinking, that so many of you had kisses before I was even born – for me, a couple of those stories are about times that never really existed. The 1950’s? I wasn’t born until 1986! And my first kiss wasn’t more than 40 years ago – it was a whole 40 DAYS ago. It was fairly late in the evening, and we had got away from the crowd by going outside. For probably half an hour we held each other while sitting down, then we stood up and at the same time we edged our faces closer together and our lips touched in the sweetest moment I can recall in my whole SIXTEEN years of life. So beat that for a more recent experience of a first kiss!
TO YOUNG LADIES>> I am also…
TO YOUNG LADIES>> I am also 16 and The best thing to do is wait till you are married..It may sound crazy but if you don’t then once you find THE ONE for you and say he was waiting then you are going to feel really bad and USED..Once you get married and share that special time with that person you love than it will be very special and great..but if you sleep casually with guys then when you marry then having sex will be NO BIG THING..I have had the same boyfriend for two and a half years(since the 8th grade) and the both of us have stayed pure..if you have already done it..then it’s not too late..God will always for give you..I hope many will ponder on this message..
I fell in love with a Girl…
I fell in love with a Girl Named Honey in the late 60’s – we went to SBHS. I had to leave Brooklyn in a rush, went into the service and did not communicate with her until 2002 – she is still wonderful. If anyone questions love at first sight or any kind of true love, don’t – it will stand any test if your honest and loyal. I heard it said that her husband is a wonderful man, I know he is truly blessed. See, I now realize the value of the treasure I lost. But I also realize that the brief moments I held that treasure, changed me forever. From the time I met her Honey has been the best part of my heart, this has save my life on more than one occasion. Honey will always be special to me. I have been married for almost 23 years now and the only person on the face of the earth I love more than Honey is my wife. A Book I know well, talks about this, in part it says “Love does not look for its own interests – It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things – Love never fails – There remains faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.” Cherish the people you love and who love you and never take love for granted. RJS – “Let It Rain”
Brian and I used to be annoyed…
Brian and I used to be annoyed with each other. But over the summer we became great friends. But on Halloween that all changed. Lets just say we fell in teen love. That night I gave him a simple peck on the lips.(but that wase’nt even count, the type of kiss you give your mom, dad, or grandmother) but we started going out. I was in 8th grade at the time. He invited me to his house. No one else was there, just the 2 of us. We got caught up in a conversation about are band concert coming up. But after about 3 min. of talk are eyes met. We both quite talking in unison we leaned forward. We kept are eyes open intell are lips toeched. I was in heaven and put my heart into kissing him. When we pulled away he stared in my eyes and runned his hands through my hair. We are still going out and were in 9th grade. The first real kiss was not perfect in since of teniqe but in since of love and shock. We still laughe about it, I will never forget it.
I remember when dating outside…
I remember when dating outside of your neighborhood, your “clique,” your race, your borough, was like dating outside of your species. My first date outside of my species met me in Manhattan for movies and art shows and things the guys in my hood didn’t even know existed, or would dismiss the art museums and film noir as being interests of male “flames.” He would’ve been beaten to a pulp had I let him take me home, like he asked on many occasions. “The City” had folk from places I’d never even heard of. I hung out with a young man from the United Nations High school who was born in a small village in Chile. He frequented Kenya and his father was from Spain. He turned me on to writers and movies that had nothing to do with action heroes and romance. A Korean holistic doctor, who made more cash than his NYMD brother, took me traveling and got me interested in reindeer antlers and bear’s bladders. “Mixing” erased a lot of false notions taught to me by family and location. Even though I was from the low-end of the monetary status pole, I was an adventurous American born just across the Brooklyn Bridge from one of the world’s greatest cities that afforded me the chance to expose myself to elements foreign to my upbringing; it opened many dimensions to my thinking. I was flat-out shocked at how beautifully I was received in Germany and Denmark, even Poland and Russia. Not only did the German, Dane, and Dutch guys light up like Christmas trees when I came around, they actually took me to meet their parents on the first date (Only at a court appearance was I introduced to a guy’s parents here at home). A woman could get spoiled being treated like a valued lady. No drooling carnivores. My son is young, but I’m glad to see he has mom’s international tastes. I never pigeonholed him. I hope he brings the girl(s) home to meet Mom; maybe that’s the secret to keeping “the law” out of the relationship. Dating outside of my species did more than add new flavor to the menu, it created a new, stronger and more evolved me.
Correction, the Pantheon…
Remember when Michael Corleone…
Remember when Michael Corleone met Apollonia? At Blanche’s in the East Village, me and my young adult crew were playing pool drinking Rolling Rocks and listening to “Enjoy Yourself-It’s Later Than You Think” on the jukebox for the fiftieth time. A particularly rowdy Brit came in yelling about how lousy Americans played pool and how we sucked at so many things. My friends were from all over the world, we were just residents of that neighborhood, and didn’t appreciate idiots invading our space with insults. Instead of taking him to the side walk and beating his #@$, the guys decided to beat him at pool. Of course the guy turned out to be a hustler when money came into play. He was winning and rubbing it pitylessly into our faces; he was even rude to we women-folk. Since no one was beating him at pool, the logical alternative was to just beat his @#!. I began to look around the bar to see if there was someone who he hadn’t played that would be brave enough to take him on. One stranger sitting at the bar had a kind of young Christopher Walken quality, had been staring at me all night. I approached him and simply said: “Look handsome, you’ve been jocking me all night…. and I just need to know one thing. Can you play pool?” He responded: “I play alright” I replied, “You’ve got to do better than alright.” If you beat this @#!hole at a game and save face for our people, I will give you the biggest juiciest kiss that the guys in here could only wish for.. Do you think you’re up for the challenge? Long story short, he beat that lowlife like a step-child and the bar went up in an uproar. I jumped into my hero’s arms and when we kissed, I was hit by “the thunderbolt”. When he let me go I couldn’t speak, I could barely stand, I looked at him and it was like Adam and Eve seeing each other in the nude for the first time. It was overwhelming. He had that effect on me for years during our off- and-on relationship. We were not particularly compatible but we had a paralyzing effect on one another. Once, after I hadn’t seen him in years, he came to visit me in Paris and we spent the evening in Rue St. Jacques studio embraced, staring out at the majestic columns of the cathedral on St. Genvieve. I dated guys who looked like him to try and get that same effect, but only that wild-eyed boy from Jersey who saved we Americans could give me that “Rush.” H.M. was and will always be my “Thunderbolt”.