VALENTINE DAY GIFT
One night, the basketball teams
played out-of-town at a high school, which was thirty miles from where we
lived. After the girls basketball teams finished their game, a very tall girl
with light gray-blue eyes from the rival girls basketball team came over to me
and said.
Hey, boy, what’s your name”?
“Thankful.” I said
“What do your friends
call you? She asked.
“My friends call me Thee,” I said.
“I don’t like that
name.” “From now on, I’ll call you my boyfriend.” She said.
She was one of the most popular girls in her school and played on the ’girls’ basketball team. When she said that she wanted to be my
girlfriend, and I said okay. This was a great confidence builder for me
because she chose me, was two years older than me and a senior in high school.
She had been dating seniors, and now she chose me, and I was just a sophomore.
We only saw each other at basketball games or other school activities.
Our high school
basketball teams played the district championship games in her home town. We
stayed in that town as long as our team won. This gave me a chance to visit my
girlfriend at her home. She asked me to come over to her house at about 5:00
p.m. because her parents would not be home. When I arrived, she invited me in,
and we sat on the sofa and began kissing. We French kissed for a long time. By
now I was very proficient at French kissing. When we kissed, I tasted liquor on
her lips. Stopping to catch my breath, I noticed that her tongue was green. I
wondered if my tongue had turned green also. Was this some new kissing technique
I hadn’t heard about, one that turns your tongue green? After making a quick
assessment of the situation, I remembered how surprised and displeased I was,
seeing her green tongue and smelling the alcohol on her breath. She asked me to
have a drink of crème de menthe (a mint-flavored alcoholic
beverage) with her, and when I refused, she told me to leave her house.
I got up to leave, but she wouldn’t let me go and held on to my shirt. Finally
letting go of my shirt, she asked me not to leave. I realized that she was
tipsy. So I left the house anyway, and I never saw her again. However, she sent
me her picture and an invitation to her graduation ceremony. She had planned to
attend college in the fall. Thinking back on that situation, I would enjoy having
some crème de menthe on the rocks now.
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