Monday, August 3, 2009

walking backwards through time...

I just couldn't decide what to blog about today... life, politics, religion and social networking (which was in the news this morning - "The leader of the Roman Catholic Church in England and Wales has issued a dire warning to parents about social networking sites"... you can read more here) - but I thought I'd take you on a short stroll down 'my' (cobblestoned) memory lane - circa 1971...



I don't remember how it came about, but I was engaged at 16 - the who i remember, but as to the how, why and when - i just can't pinpoint those answers!


there's one thing i'm sure about though - james was my very first, full on 'all the way' sexual encounter - my first fuck - they say you remember your first taste of young hormonal lust!!!


I even remember where we 'did the deed' - a friends parents had gone away for the weekend - what good timing, and no better way to savour a new experience than in comfort! and safety!! and, luckily for me, he was an experienced, 'accomplished' lover - and that made for a very pleasurable 'deflowering' for this 'novice' - and played a role in my burgeoning appreciation of 'the sensual' and 'the sexual'...



but where did we meet????


I used to go to St Moritz ice skating rink - for some reason I was taking figure skating lessons - but the blades on the skates frightened the shit out of me - the image of falling and losing my fingers as someone skated over them haunted me - no, i really wasn't cut out to be a skater - what was I doing taking lessons - whose idea was that - me mums, or mine - I can't recall that either!!! - but James played ice hockey - could that be how we met??


now that was a frightening, dangerous 'game' - for both spectators and players!!! fancy having a contact sport where everyone was carrying a deadly weapon - and believe me, those sticks got used for more than hitting the puck with!!! let alone the puck whizzing passed your head at incredible speed (no barriers in those days!!!) freaky... but it does seem like the most likely place for us to have come in contact...


but no, i don't think that's the place - i was taking lessons when i was a lot younger... so the where still can't be answered!!!!


how long were we together??? another blank - couldn't have been more than 12 months - not even family can help out here - they don't remember either - we were obviously a memorable couple - appears we were never expected to 'last' - luckily they were right!!!


as they say, all good things come to an end...



eventually i discovered he'd been cheating on me - a lot... he'd also been lying about his age - he drove an fj holden when we met, so i (foolishly!!) trusted he was actually telling the truth about being old enough to drive - that would make him 18 at least - after "selling" the fj (turned out it wasn't even his!!) he then got himself a Sandman panel van - or shaggin' wagon as they were known then ("if it's a rockin', don't come a'knockin'" - ahh, the 70s - not exactly one of the intellectual catchcries of the era, but very popular amongst young men) - well, turned out he didn't even have a licence - he was only 16 too!!! lies, lies and more lies!!!



i did actually get the 'last laugh' so to speak... after we split up, James started going out with someone else in the same street i lived so the black Trans AM parked out the front of my place wouldn't have gone unnoticed - it belonged to my latest boyfriend - well, more like the latest carnal desire - hey, i was 17 now, and it was definitely the sexual 70s!!! - and he had the 'bad boy' image to go with the 'bad boy' car - the difference between the sandman panel van and the trans AM was a bit like the difference between James and Roy - one was a boy, and the other a man - who, coincidentally, also shared me dad's name - oooh, what did that mean??)


where was my journey leading... what was in store for me as I matured???


you might be interested to know that the engagement ring has become a 'family heirloom' - i never did give it back to james - he never asked for it... so i gave it to me mother - she'd never had a real diamond ring before so she really appreciated it... she's had it since 1972 and just passed it on to Rebbecca (her granddaughter, my niece) for her birthday this year - a tradition born!!!!!


4 comments:

Anonymous said...

so funny.
My first was a skater I met at Bayswater Rollerama. We did it in his bungalow and immediately after the dreadful deed he reached under the bed, grabbed an air rifle and shot a hole through his ceiling in his joy! He was an army brat....
I too, shagged in a Sandman that belonged to my second (and better) lover Russell...on the beach at Blackrock!
ah, memories.
lily

Curvy Kitty said...

Ha! I would have dated someone with an FJ. Love your blue eyeshadow Woman. (and air rifles Lil! My goodness!)

PROUD WOMAN said...

that was my conservative makeup - the 'flamboyant' was yet to come!!!!

and i certainly would have been hoping the air rifle was for him!!!!

Curvy Kitty said...

more photos and stories please! can't wait to see the flamboyant stage