{"id":442,"date":"2006-08-21T18:05:21","date_gmt":"2006-08-21T16:05:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.breigh.com\/wordpress\/archives\/442"},"modified":"2006-08-21T18:13:04","modified_gmt":"2006-08-21T16:13:04","slug":"breigh-and-boys","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/archives\/442","title":{"rendered":"Breigh and Boys"},"content":{"rendered":"

Another one of my crazy train of thoughts<\/a> … <\/p>\n

I was in the shower and I started thinking about my boobs, which I guess is normal… with them right there under my face and all. I know it seems like all my weird thought processes are about boobs, not sure what’s up with that.<\/p>\n

Then I started thinking about the first time I let a guy grapple them. I was young, in my early teens, and I was hanging out in the dugouts behind Thompson Jr. High with a good friend of mine. That’s what you do when you’re 14 and live in a town where there is nothing to do. You find dark corners and make out in them… <\/p>\n

I was the rookie in this dugout though, and had no idea what I was doing. We kissed, he went up my top, I felt something weird happening in my pants. <\/p>\n

I thought I started my period, died of embarassment and ran all the way home. <\/p>\n

That was the first time I learned what happens when you let boys touch your boobs. Other than him telling all his friends, I mean.<\/p>\n

Then my mind flashed to the same baseball field only two years earlier. The day of my 12th birthday… and I remember it liked it was yesterday. <\/p>\n

Me, my friend Cheryl and the P**** twins. Mine was Troy, hers was Terry… but Terry was mine before he was hers, but I dumped him for Troy. Aaaah how great it was to be 12! <\/p>\n

Anyhow, we were hanging out chatting and laughing and OHMYGOD – holding hands! Troy let me wear his sweatshirt because I said I was cold. I really said it so he’d hug me but he went for the sweatshirt thing instead and I was roasting, but I dug that I got to wear his shirt so I left it on anyway. We were holding hands and walking around the baseball diamond when I looked up and saw my father standing on the hill.<\/p>\n

Oh shit.<\/p>\n

He yelled and told us to come for dinner. I was scared to go home but I did anyway because I knew my mother would protect me because it was my birthday. I could tell he was pissed though, the screaming he was doing before my mother cut him off was a pretty good indication of what would have been coming to me if she hadn’t.<\/p>\n

Then my mind went to the first time Terry told me he liked me. Try to keep up, this was before I dumped him for his brother. I was in class… the bell was just about to ring and everyone was throwing their crap in the garbage. He met me above the trashcan and passed me a piece of paper, which made me think he was a dork because he should be able to throw his own paper in the basket. <\/p>\n

Then he picked it up out of the garbage and handed it to me again, weirdo.<\/p>\n

Finally he got frustrated and told me to read it. It said: I like you, do you like me?<\/b> <\/p>\n

I didn’t answer him, I ran away and later got my friend to tell him yes and that made him my boyfriend. <\/p>\n

Then I remembered the time all the other kids were going swimming after class. I was sitting at the same desk as Terry, which made me feel so cool, he was so cute. We were writing notes on a piece of paper between us and he asked if I was going swimming with them. I had my period and that was still far too weird for me at that age, so I said I couldn’t go. <\/p>\n

He kept pressing on asking why and while a smart kid … who probably would have been paying attention in class rather than talkin to her 12 year old boyfriend on a scrap of paper… would have known to say something like “I have a doctor’s appointment!<\/i>“…. I chose to try to explain instead.<\/p>\n

How does a 12 year old girl explain to her 12 year old boyfriend that she can’t go swimming because she has her period? Like this:<\/p>\n

I can’t go because —-> . <\/b><\/p>\n

In case you missed it, yeah.. I just kept drawing dots on the paper. He didn’t get it. He couldn’t make the connection between a dot on paper and a period. <\/p>\n

Since I was a woman now, I figured he was too young and stupid to be my boyfriend… I mean he didn’t even know what a period was. So that’s when I dumped him for his brother.<\/p>\n

By then my shower was over and my train of thought was ruined when I ran out of hot water because my husband used it all washing the dog.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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