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Puppy Love: Cute or Dangerous?

I should’ve known early on that my life was going to be filled with unstable boys. I mean, the signs were all there as early as 9 years old. Actually, they were there earlier but I was too much of a tomboy to pick up on them. The most distinctive summer of my life was the summer of 95. It was my last summer before coming to the US and of course, I had to meet the boy of my dreams. I was ten years old and he was 13. Our first meeting should’ve hinted at the events that would follow in the next 2 weeks but hey…I was 10, alright? We were on a family vacation. Big, beautiful place near the beach, with a huge pool, entertainment center and 3 meals a day, all practically free! So we got there and while my family was unpacking, I went to the park. It was a fenced in community so my parents had no problem letting me wander around on my own. So I got on that big swing that I love so much and just kinda chilled. I was probably wishing that I had a book. I can’t remember that far back.

So, out of the corner of my eye, I see this boy coming up to me. Now, remember…I was 10 and a big tomboy so I was like “Oh, another kid” instead of “Oh my gosh, it’s a boy. AH!” So he sits down, we start to talk and we’ll call him Steve. Turns out Steve’s family’s been there for a couple of days and he was glad to have someone else around besides his big sister, blah blah. All good right? Basically, what happened is that I instantly became his girlfriend. Gotta love how that shit works. All his friends took me in and I spent the 2 weeks chillin, playin cards and just plain old goofin off with them.

It was all peachy, except when Steve threw jealousy tantrums. Oh yes. You heard right. Like one day, he and I had a fight about something stupid. I THINK it had to do with the fact that I hang out with the boys all day. Um. Hello? I was a tomboy? Yeah. So I went to the park and hopped on the swing and it was like 5 of us on there. Yes, the other 4 happened to be all the guys. What? I WAS 10. Right? So, we’re sitting, laughing, blah blah, making fun of each other (Isn’t that what kids do?) when we see Steve coming across the yard. He sees me with the other guys and I swear to you, he stopped…kicking a water bottle that was on the ground and huffed off in the direction he came from. One of the guys, I think it was his best friend, ran after him. I just sat there, shocked and pissed off. Who the fuck did he think he is?

OK, so I was a little bad-ass when I was young. That night, after dinner, we all gathered around at the park again…he showed his face and I…told him off. I mean, bitched him OUT. I was yelling at him, all of our friends next to me and I was going off at him about how dare he try to put a claim on me and OMG, couldn’t he please grow up? I shit you not. So he put his head down and apologized. The rest of our time was fun and peachy. The morning that we were leaving, he walked me and my family out. We had already exchanged contact information and right before I got in the car, he gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. *sigh*

I never did follow through with him because we moved to the US but sometimes I still think about him. I wonder what he’s doing with his life now. It’s been 14 years and I don’t think I’ll ever forget about him.

So, while writing all this, I realize

1) What a bad-ass bitch I was even at 10.
2) Men in my life have been on the jealous side forever so I might be doomed.
3) It was obvious early on that I would spend my life bitching out men who did stupid shit.

Now, I told you that story to tell you this story. I was driving in this morning and on the radio, there were kids anywhere from 13-17 calling in and telling their stories about friends with benefits. Yeah, you heard right. Middle and high school kids talking about friends with benefits. I might’ve had the drama in my life early but I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 14…and with the exception of the few distinct hoochies, no girls in my school kissed unless they were in a relationship with a guy.

I didn’t have my first friends with benefits until I was 17 and by benefits, I mean, stealing a quick kiss in the stairwell between class or staying after school to hang out. I mean, I’m sure if I wanted, he would’ve wanted to be my boyfriend but I wasn’t really into him like that. He was just a good kisser. (I know, hoochie right?).

When I hear these kids speak about friends with benefits at 13, 14, 15…It scares me. I know that I have a lot of friends who are parents so I wanted to let you guys know that the phenomenon is more widespread than you might be able to guess…so I suggest (though I’m sure you already know), you have a close relationship with your kids and always be aware of the people in their lives, their sexual activity, etc.

I mean, really…I’m a hoochie now but I just liked kissing boys back then. I didn’t even let a boy touch my boobies till I was 18.

So, tell me about your puppy loves, first kisses, etc. If you are a parent of a teenager, let us know if you’ve heard stories from your kids or what has worked for you as far as keeping the communication lines open enough to have them trust you with those stories.

Also please welcome Bethany…she finally posted her first blog!! www.thepqnation.com/smartsassyliberal

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  • topsurf January 7, 2009, 8:52 am

    You know I have a tween. Trust me it starts much younger than that now days. Hence, why I have locked her up in a private school. Don’t even get me started on the public school system. It’s out there all over the place. It is very sad to me that now days children are not even allowed to enjoy a full childhood they are forced to grow up way before they should be. RANT over.

  • Tinyshrimp January 7, 2009, 10:20 am

    I was 14 when I got my first kiss. Thought I had died and gone to heaven. LOL He was my first true love. We dated for a few months, but then were pretty much friends with “limited benefits” all the way through high school. πŸ˜†

    It’s sad that teenagers today lose their innocents so quickly. My nieces know way more than I ever knew as a teenager. Heck I think they know more than I know now. πŸ˜†

  • Cassie January 7, 2009, 11:06 am

    I always hung out with guys too. There were no puppy loves. I didn’t have time for all of that, plus all the boys were scared of me.

    AND as far as teenagers having fuck buddies……yeah, their parents didn’t beat them enough…..WTF?!?!?!?

  • NotAMeanGirl January 7, 2009, 3:02 pm

    I was a late bloomer. My stories suck. However, my 8 year old bought a FRIGGIN RING FOR HIS “FIANCEE”. He picked this girl out when he was 3!!! Swears TO THIS DAY that he’s gonna marry her. Oy… Vey. 😯

  • bethany January 7, 2009, 5:12 pm

    I’m sorry about the delay in the first posting… Monday and Tuesday were crappy days…

    As for puppy love? Gosh, I can’t remember puppy love… Hunh… imagine that.

  • Melanie January 7, 2009, 5:19 pm

    My first kiss was at 15. It went downhill (uphill) from there. I watched all the “bad” movies with my daughter when she was younger. I was a little stunned when we watched “Something about Mary” when she was 11 and a half and I didn’t have to explain any of it to her. But, it still gave us something to discuss. So when she and her boyfriend (now fiance) were starting to get serious, it wasn’t a big deal for her to come to me about birthcontrol. I’m pretty sure my mom would have locked me up.

  • perpstu January 7, 2009, 6:54 pm

    THe problem is HUGE. During Rob’s first year teaching – nine years ago – he had an eighth grade student who was pregnant with her third child. It scares the crap out of me! I might send LW to military school when he’s nine…..

    XOXO

  • blsflignorance January 8, 2009, 8:44 am

    Hey, even I started young… I started playing doctor with boys when I was 7-8 years old.

    Nothing ever happened, we were both just curious.. stripped down.. investigated and got dressed. Oh.. and I dry humped with a girlfriend of mine at like 9(ish) a few times… neither of us thought about what our parents would have thought…

    The hubby and I keep a close eye on our daughter and believe me… she’s already as curious as I was at 7… but she keeps it to her dolls and leaves human touch for others to deal with.

    I’ll defintely be spending the weekends with her and getting her ready for *gasp* puberty.. and *blink* the difference between the penis and vagina.
    (No I don’t actually get nervous talking about it… A woman who runs Sex Talk Seminars can’t be nervous or they are not right for the job.)

    The more you keep things open between you and your kids, the safer you’ll be when it comes to teen pregnancy.

    And I’ll definately be taking her to a delivery room at a hospital to show her what happens when you have sex without protection… I’ll see if I have any girlfriends who wouldn’t mind.. especially if they forgo the epidural so my kiddo can see what *I* went through… I had her all natural.. no painkillers whatsoever.

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