Friday, May 16, 2008

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.

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15 Comments:

At 6:28 PM , Blogger Mom said...

Music brings such sweet memories.
I was in 8th grade before I had a boyfriend. His name was Elmo Anderson. I wonder whatever happened to Elmo.

 
At 6:30 PM , Blogger Sling said...

mom- I don't know what happened to Elmo,but I do know this!
..He wonders,from time to time,whatever happened to you. ;)

 
At 12:47 AM , Blogger yellowdog granny said...

ahh, hey hey it's the monkey's and we just monkey around..i have a book of a monkeys story like the monkeys go to town or something..have to find it..it's a juvinile book...and jean, now that's a song...

 
At 6:17 AM , Blogger Doralong said...

Born to be a chick magnet my friend, plain and simple.. The Monkees ;) I used to absolutely love their show.

 
At 8:18 AM , Blogger billy pilgrim said...

i've had a few jeans in my life.

i have sempai named jean right now who's the same age as me, i get some private instruction ;)

i have to be careful, she's likes breaking things.

 
At 5:31 PM , Blogger Allan said...

Geez...doctor seems so innocent now.

 
At 7:39 PM , Anonymous jennipherr said...

omg..omg THE MONKEES..i love this song it made me smile just remebering and how much i miss them. And Davy Jones where are you now that i'm all grown up and can have you,some times life just is NOT FAIR.

 
At 8:54 PM , Blogger Sling said...

Yellowdag G.-..'but we're too busy singin',to put anybody down'..Classic! :)

doralong- Sometimes,I just don't think the Monkees get all the credit they deserve.
Oh sure,they didn't exactly play their own music,but still.
Did you know Mike Nesmith wrote 'Different Drum' for a little known group called Linda Ronstadt and the Stone Ponys?..Yep.

billy P. Some things are worth an ass whuppin'!..just sayin'.

allan- Sadly,if curious youngsters got caught playing doctor today,there would be years of court ordered therapy,fines to be paid,and most likely incarceration for the youthful offenders.
..Back in the day,we just thought of it as,'I'll show you mine,if you show me yours'.

Jennipherr- My then girlfriend had a total crush on Peter Tork!..How was I supposed to compete with that?? ;)

 
At 1:45 PM , Blogger Serena Joy said...

Boy, does that bring back some memories. Sweeeeeet!:-)

 
At 7:40 PM , Blogger jan said...

Great memories from the Monkees. Ironically we thought they were a short term fad when they came on the scene. Turns out they evoke more memories than most.

 
At 10:17 AM , Blogger Lorraine said...

Ooh...those were just delightful and I sang along with both of 'em!

 
At 7:24 PM , Blogger citizen of the world said...

Oh my gosh, Monkees AND Oliver. I'm with Lorraine - I was singing along to both.

 
At 7:07 PM , Blogger Auld Hat said...

One of my former roomates lost his "innocence" to the song "Little Jeanie" by Elton John. Clearly, 'tis a powerful name indeed.

 
At 9:35 AM , Blogger Kimberly Ann said...

Oh my gosh, this brought back the memory of third grade and a boy named David who brought me a rose from his mother's garden and gave it to me in class. I was so embarrassed I thought I would die of shame. We kissed in the bathroom of my mom's basement and it felt icky so I told him we were done. Wow, I wonder if he remembers this too...

 
At 5:27 PM , Blogger Middle Child said...

Ah Sling, you do have such good taste. It must be an age thing...I thought the Monkees were lovely. I used to watch that show come hell or high water.

Do any little boys ever really think girls are icky, or is it a peer thing?

Don had his little Rebecca aged 5 and 6 and I didn't even mind that our youngest bears her name as a second name... it was such a sweet thing the way he spoke about it.

And your Suzy would remember you with the same majic that you remember her... thats nice.

The old Saint Christopher Medal...bloody hell...it was the same here as the medals were the only jewels we had... but being in a very tine counrty town there was not much chance to hand one over. Is he the travellers friend or the saint of lost causes?

 

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