“Yo, Keith. Did you GO with her?!”
“Yeah, I went with her.”
Remember that? That stupid-ass lingo we had in grammar school when we discussed kissing a member of the opposite sex?
Back in those unforgettabe junior high years (off topic: Were we like the only people in the world that didn’t call 6th to 8th grade “junior high?”).
You remember… those times when the black line in the Winterfresh wrapper meant you were getting lucky. When the girls dolled themselves up for St. Vinnie’s dances and the guys pretty much didn’t do anything to alter their appearance. You know, when you hung out on street corners or strangers’ porches everyday, no matter how insanely hot or painfully cold it was.
Those nerve-racking words, “(Insert name here) wants to go with you.” You knew you were about to score. Everyone at school was going to find out sooner or later. You were getting your numbers up.
But really, what did those numbers represent? The amount of girls (or guys for you ladies reading this) you kissed? Also, think about those kisses… Can you really call them kisses at all? Let’s call them what they really were:
Slugfests in each other’s mouths.
Now that I’m older, I’m almost disgusted by how things worked back then. Most of those kisses were AWFUL. We didn’t know any better though. We thought it was normal to put our tongues in each other’s mouths and basically thumb wrestle with them… getting drunk at age 12-13 and slamming teeth with some chick in a random “go with.”
If kisses were anything like that now, I wouldn’t want to GO with anyone. I remember when I finally found the girl that knew what she was doing (not that I knew what was doing was right, but I for damn sure knew what we were doing was wrong).
I think I matured 10 fold the day I got that kiss. You remember that shit too, right?! Am I right?!
Try using that slag the next time you ask someone about a kiss.
“Did you go with him?”
“Where?”
“You know what I mean. You went with him.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?! We didn’t GO ANYWHERE.”
Anyway, I have to say, looking back, that period of time in our lives was very awkward and quite embarrassing, but it WAS a lot of fun.
Ahh, the days when our worst problems were not having gone with as many people as the next person.
JUST SO YOU KNOW: I wanted to post this yesterday. The second I typed the word Manhunt in my last entry, this whole rant ran through my head. I couldn’t wait to throw it down and here it is. Hope y’all like it.
