"training Day" On The Screen. Romantic Eh?

She was wearing her blue denim jacket and dark jeans. I was wearing my notorious 'litre pocket' (it could fit a litre bottle of Jack) black jacket, with a single horizontal green ***** outlined by white, my Levis, and a pair of runners. It was at the Jam Factory on Chapel Street, and at that time, if I recall correctly, you could still smoke inside. I was 15 and she was 14, and I had spent my whole life in all boy's schools, so until now, I'd never had a proper girlfriend or a proper kiss.

Its one of those strange things that sticks by you, when something has been so hyped for so long; when its talked about like sport by your peers, and you stand there, nodding, trying not to make it toooooo apparent that you've never actually engaged in this act they're talking about. I remember the smile on her face after the movie finished and we walked out together.... I remember ignoring the movie, asking her if she'd mind me kissing her (I think it was her first time too) and both of us fumbling away, trying not to let the other know that this was new ground for both of us... the smell of her perfume, the way my heart beat with adrenaline and exhiliration for the first time in my life.

If I could go back to that day, I'd tell me to hold on and not let go.  Not just to the girl, but to the life which I was methodically about to throw away. That moment was one of the last pure and good moments in my life not somehow stained by extrinsic factors weighing on me.

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Mar 10, 2010