Maybe this is cheating according to the rules; I think I'm supposed to wait another three hours or so before making a daily post again!?!?!? I'm taking a risk of tremendous proportions by posting early, of course...but, what the hell...
Risks have never truly bothered me mostly in life, except maybe when I was lusting after and looking to Date Millie Greenwall from my eighth-grade Music Class.
At first, I was just a little bit nervous because I'd not much experience with dating and of course, that ole 'fear of rejection' kept creeping into the pit of my stomach, radiating out through my limbs, causing a rather large lump in my throat and culminating with a stuttering affect...
Anyway...my fear grew in intensity upon learning that Millie's father was a Pastor of some Church, an ex- (Battle Hardened) Marine who had a penchant for hunting wild cats in Africa with his bare hands...
That even made me stop wearing hats!!!
Millie sometimes gave subdued indication that she had at least a passing interest in me, by grabbing my head in a deep dark corner of the school Library and planting an open mouthed, wet kiss on my lips causing me to recoil a bit in surprise with my jaw ajar then finding her tongue probing my tonsils...
I'd never been kissed like that before, and the first time she did it, I tried to pull away from her in fear thinking she'd gone crazy and was trying to eat my tongue...!?!?!?!? But, my resistance waned quite a bit once I sensed the warm tingling of my ears, and a few other places as well.
In that moment, since it felt pretty good...I decided to hide in that dark cubby-hole of the Library every time our class was there. Of course I signaled Millie that I was en-route to our love-nest, each time.
Why the HELL am I talking about Millie and my sexual exploits in this post...!?!?!?!?!??!??!
I don't know. It just seemed to flow out of my head, through my finger-tips and I just kept tapping away...
Yet, maybe the story brought a few of you a little smile or chuckle, remembering your first love interest as a young person a million years ago, like me?
Listen folks...I'm outta here for now.
See ya when I see ya.
Stay well and happy - or I'll send Millie's father after you...