Sixteen
Do you remember when you were unkissed—
dreaming and wondering what you had missed?
Your evenings too tranquil, but you were too scared
to do much about it. You just never dared
to flirt with a guy or call boys on the phone—
too shy to make any advance on your own.
You disparaged those girls who had gone on before you.
You claimed that their exploits did nothing but bore you,
but you knew, really, that they’d won the race
that established you firmly right there in last place.
Not one errant lover had attempted to con you.
No single advance had been foisted upon you.
Alone in this horrid lamentable state,
sweet sixteen and un-kissed was a terrible fate!
Then that night in the summer out under the stars,
when you stood by the roadway between your two cars
and talked for an hour with soft music streaming
from both of your cars, you thought you were dreaming
when finally it happened, and you two were kissing
you finally knew what it was you’d been missing!
Word prompts today are tranquil, disparage, kiss, foist and race.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Sweet ❤
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Love the dress Judy 🙂
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Sweet, indeed.
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Lovely story of that first special kiss.
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A lovely reminder of a simpler day and time.
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Lovely – fresh and innocent.
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Nice nostalgia. The picture flashes briefly then gives me the question mark in the little blue square
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Let me check it, Derrick. Thanks.
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You have fixed it
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Derrick, I removed the photo and reinstalled it. Will you see if it does the same thing, please?
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Well done. It’s fine now
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Very similar to my own experience, great job!
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Love this one! Yes I remember what it was like to be sixteen and un-kissed. It was the beginning of hope and courage and so many unspeakable things… Thanks for the reminder.
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You even remember quite clearly what it was like to be Fourteen! I’ll surrender that title Sixteen if you ever decide to write the sequel!!!
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Thank you. I’m trying to get my publisher to agree that my next memoir is going to be titled Nineteen lol
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The story of the yacht heist, I hope.
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Yes and the plane crash that killed my father in Mexico.
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Oh yes. That sad story…..
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Takes me back, it does. I was past my sixteenth when I had my first kiss, too.
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And who was the boy and what was the situation?
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