Then there was that whole puberty thing..

I never went through any kind of,'girls are icky' phase..I always liked 'em.
I was 5 years old when I met my very first girlfriend,Suzy Purdle.
Yep,that's her real name,so if you're reading this Suzy,you had me at,'Wanna bite of my popsicle?'.
..do they still call it,'Playing doctor?'..I just don't know.

First grade through sixth grade was all about,'Going steady'.
A highly formalized ritual whereby you would give a girl a St. Christopher necklace,and the whole schoolyard knew that she was spoken for.
The precise implications of being spoken for wasn't necessarily clear to both parties.
Basically it revolved around holding hands,and stolen kisses...I'll plead guilty to numerous counts of petty theft,Your Honor.

The Summer after my sixth grade year,I met my very first 'serious' girlfriend.
One evening,while watching our favorite TV show,we went all the way!.
Yep,we French kissed while listening to this very song.



I'll always be grateful to The Monkees for setting just the right mood.

Oddly enough,songs with the name 'Jean' in the lyrics hold some small significance in the milestones of my youthful enlightenment.
But that's a story for another time.