Since we are already on the subject of teenage dating.....
I was 'seeing' this guy for a few weeks. We would go to hockey games, go for drives, hang out at the "hallow" and go sliding. Typical kid things. As I mentioned earlier, dating was an "issue" at best in our house. I could never admit that I was actually dating someone, but I knew I had to hang onto this one for a while. As it was, I was sure I was the only kid in junior high that hadn't been kissed. I was bound and determined to get a kiss before moving on to Mount Olympus (aka High school). Really??? Can you just imagine??? At 15 - this was a world ending issue.
So, it's about to happen. We had plans. Nice, quiet, romantic, PLANS. I knew it was going to happen. I was finally going to get my first kiss. I went over to his place. (or to the movies as my parents thought) We cuddled up on the sofa to watch a movie. As we watched the movie, I was starting to panic. The KISS was inevitable. He moved toward me. I stayed where I was. He moved in closer. I am panicking....Bad at this point. He moves in a little closer.....it's going to happen, we are almost at the point of no return.....I finally put my head up and turn it towards him.....we are moving in even closer when I notice IT. A booger. A BOOGER....a big green, round gross booger hanging off of the side of his left nostril. I jump back; ready to barf...and say "I gotta go". He is upset. I am totally unable to tell the truth. I apologize and tell him that I can't see him anymore. He wants to know why. I tell him "it's not you, it's me...." which was partially true. I ran all the way home.
He asked me for years why.....and until today I have never told him the truth....I wonder if he reads my Blog?
I did get my first kiss before high school.....the day before...the last day of summer vacation...whew! That was close.