When I was in 11th grade, I was dating this dude. Well, dating. I don’t know- that’s a strong word. We didn’t really date in high school. Either you were hanging out with a boy for a while and kissing (and perhaps other things), or you were Boyfriend and Girlfriend. When I was in high school, the couples that were bonafide couples seemed like they were friggin’ married. Seldom did my friends or I venture into Boyfriend and Girlfriend land (or Boyfriend and Boyfriend land, as the case may be). Even if we were seeing/dating/getting physical with boys, I can’t recall any of my friends calling anyone they were seeing a Boyfriend. That was sort of beyond us.
Anyway. I was “seeing” this dude in high school, which for a while mainly consisted of lots of flirtatious phone calls, and note writing, and conversations in gym class. And one day, after school, we kissed. And people? I had kissed boys before, but there was some sort of weird lining-up-of-the-planets in my hormones or something that day, because that kiss knocked me out. Heck, it was a kiss that was so good it nearly knocked me UP, if that were possible. It was like up until that point I was making out with boys in a “this is kind of nice” sort of way, and then this kiss was my first inaugural AAH-OOH-GAH kiss, where the Barry White music started to play in my mind and it was ON. So although it wasn’t my first kiss, it sort of was. It was the first time that kissing seemed super delicious and sexual to me.
And that happened on Groundhog Day.
For the next few years, every time Groundhog Day would roll around, I thought about that. What a weird, weird way to commemorate a day about rodents, right? After a few years, I sort of forgot about it. Yesterday BioGirl and I were talking about Groundhog Day, and it made me re-remember my romantic Groundhog Day in 11th grade when that cute boy and I made out like we had struck gold in the Yukon. I’ve never been a big Valentine’s celebrator, but maybe that’s because my February heart belongs to Groundhog Day.
So, Happy Groundhog Day, everyone. It’s a great day to suck face, take it from me.