AZ Jim
R.I.P. With Us In Spirit Only
- Location
- SURPRISE, ARIZONA
My first “real” kiss was when I was 14. The girl was Phyllis. My mode of transportation was a bicycle. Phyllis lived a mile away from me and was a pretty little blonde who was a very popular girl at school. I went to school because I had to, she went because she loved it. She liked me and I her but at our age It hadn’t taken on any real shape yet.
One day after school I was up at her house talking about some “insignificant thing”, we were at the landing in front of her home. Leading up to that landing was a set of 12 concrete steps down to her driveway. Something, I don’t know what, gave me the momentary bravery to lean over as I sat on my bike and quickly kiss her. My bravery folded instantly and I, embarrassed, began the trip down her steps, I stayed on the seat for maybe two steps then slipped off the seat and onto the cross bar on my bicycle. Now, the next ten steps that cross bar hammered away at my young manhood and when I finally reached the bottom I was so embarrassed I tried to pretend it was all ok. I was dying. The pain was incredible. I waved to Phyllis and rode out of her drive and up the road a ways before getting off the bike, and sitting on the curb until the pain slowly subsided. I shared that story with Phyllis one day 50 years later and we both got a laugh out of it.
One day after school I was up at her house talking about some “insignificant thing”, we were at the landing in front of her home. Leading up to that landing was a set of 12 concrete steps down to her driveway. Something, I don’t know what, gave me the momentary bravery to lean over as I sat on my bike and quickly kiss her. My bravery folded instantly and I, embarrassed, began the trip down her steps, I stayed on the seat for maybe two steps then slipped off the seat and onto the cross bar on my bicycle. Now, the next ten steps that cross bar hammered away at my young manhood and when I finally reached the bottom I was so embarrassed I tried to pretend it was all ok. I was dying. The pain was incredible. I waved to Phyllis and rode out of her drive and up the road a ways before getting off the bike, and sitting on the curb until the pain slowly subsided. I shared that story with Phyllis one day 50 years later and we both got a laugh out of it.