Not a virgin but not yet a woman − 30 March, 1997
The night before he slipped a note in my car that had his pager number and those 2 simple words that made my heart skip a bit "call me". I woke up in the morning from my pager humming under my pillow, it was him. I ignored it. Went back to sleep, the humming persisted. I called him back and he told me we should go to Vallejo, Marine World (there were only animals there back then and no rollercoasters).
We went to San Francisco instead. He brought 2 of his friends with him, I didn't care just wanted to be with him. I was so in lust that my stomach was doing flips, the butterflies were terrorizing me.
We ended up at the Fisherman's Warf, ate some Micky Dees and went to the Believe It or Not Museum. I was walking a foot above the ground, I felt weightless. There was this room that had TV screens and mirrors top to bottom and the video was tigers running in the field. The mirrors were reflecting the images in such a way that it appeared that the tigers were coming at you...his hand touched mine and I didn't let go till my palms were sweaty and we were back home...and in his bed
I wasn't a virgin before but a woman after
We went to San Francisco instead. He brought 2 of his friends with him, I didn't care just wanted to be with him. I was so in lust that my stomach was doing flips, the butterflies were terrorizing me.
We ended up at the Fisherman's Warf, ate some Micky Dees and went to the Believe It or Not Museum. I was walking a foot above the ground, I felt weightless. There was this room that had TV screens and mirrors top to bottom and the video was tigers running in the field. The mirrors were reflecting the images in such a way that it appeared that the tigers were coming at you...his hand touched mine and I didn't let go till my palms were sweaty and we were back home...and in his bed
I wasn't a virgin before but a woman after
