“Oh my god, I thought I shit my pants!” was my clever reply. This is one she‟s never let me livedown. She‟ll tell the story in casual conversation to anyone who‟ll listen. I suppose I‟ve been asmuch of a blessing to her as she‟s been to me.
I remember when she was about seventeen just a month or two later, she had a boyfriend over
when Mom and Dad were gone. I‟d peek out into the living room and giggle, and when he finallyleft I followed her around asking embarrassing questions. I‟m not sure
how exactly this next bitstarted, but a neighbor from down the road was playing with us and he and I were teasing Joanneabout her boyfriend. Somehow, the play got physical and he tried to snap her bra whichaccidentally came unhooked. By then it was fair play and we wrestled with Joanne trying to get it
off. She was getting really mad, but I didn‟t care. I was bound and determined to get that bra out
from underneath her blouse. She finally got seriously pissed, pushed us both away and ran to herroom. Jo
ey and I just kept playing and avoiding each other‟s eyes until eventually he went home.
Joanne and I never spoke about it again.
Even after my period started, I never had “the talk” with my mother. I had sex education in
school where I learned the ins and outs of it, so to speak. Armed with little or no otherinformation, I gleaned what I could from books. I became an avid reader, particularly of Harlequin romances. My favorite authors were the ones who were the most explicit. It occurredto me that sex w
as the way to a man‟s heart. Passion and fiery abandon led to some short
-liveddespair, but eventually you experienced ultimate happiness and marriage to the man of yourdreams. I was determined by the time I reached high school to be married when I graduated atthe age of seventeen. That left me five years to find the one.
Chapter Two: The High School Years
In high school I explored my sexuality further with my girlfriends, and I flirted voraciously withevery boy whose path I crossed.