Throwback Thursday February 5, 2015

John was about 20 years old when I was only 16 years old. He was my first heart-throb. I mean, my first REAL heart-throb. I know this because I wrote his name all over my spiral notebook. I also know this because he worked at a well known shoe store and my friends and I would go there to hang out (uninvited of course). I also know this because I would day dream about him during classes instead of listening to the teachers.


The day of our first date was the happiest day of my short life. He had FINALLY asked me out for a date. Back then it was a given that “dates” consisted of going downtown to the movie theater and buying popcorn and cokes. There were no DVD’s back then and there were no movie theaters that showed 10 or 12 different movies at the same time. In fact, there were exactly two movie theaters and exactly two different movies showing at the same time.


He picked me up in his pickup truck and we started driving outside of the city.


I asked him, “Where are we going?” (The movie theater was downtown not out-of-town).


“We’re going to the kegger.”


I am sure I probably swallowed my tongue at this point trying to gulp down the fear I was feeling. I had never been to a kegger. I didn’t drink alcohol or smoke. I was a good girl and good girl’s don’t go to a kegger!


I kept quiet, after all, this was my heart-throb, our first date, and I wanted to make a “good” impression.


When we reached the kegger, John got out of the truck. At first, I stayed in the truck. All the kids were drinking beer, partying and having a roaring good time. I didn’t belong among them. I shouldn’t be here in the first place.


The kegger was right next to the river and there were exactly two entrances into it (meaning two EXITS out of it). It was a beautiful place to “party” if one wanted to party. I didn’t. I wanted to go to the movie.


I watched as the underaged kids got drunk, made fools of themselves, all while I was stone cold sober.


After several hours, suddenly some of the kids started screaming, “Cops! Cops are coming! RUN!” Sure enough a line of patrol cars were coming down each of the two roads coming into the kegger. I ran.


Yes, I ran. I ran because everyone else was running and panicking so I was running and panicking. After a few minutes of running, I found a huge bush and climbed into the middle of it and sat down and waited. I had no idea how long I was going to have to wait or if I would still have a ride home. I sat in the middle of the bush and lamented,


“If I get caught, I wasn’t here on my own free will and I don’t even drink!”


I listened as the policemen rounded up kids and put them into the cop cars. I was able to keep quiet, but I couldn’t control my shaking from fear.


Sometime later, I have no idea of the time, all became quiet. The patrol cars had driven away so I knew they were no longer there. I climbed out from the middle of the bush and looked for anyone else that might have escaped the ordeal. Fortunately, I was able to find John and he immediately took me home.


That was our first date and that was our last date.


I did have to live with the spiral notebook for the rest of the year.





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65 thoughts on “Throwback Thursday February 5, 2015

  1. My crushes were secret – nothing written anywhere! Well, maybe hidden deep inSIDE a spiral notebook… where no one could see.

    And I hate to say it but I felt so outside of things, I would have gone anywhere and done anything just to have a date. I was a good girl but only by default. 😦

    Unfortunately that is partly why I ended up self-diagnosing as an alcoholic by the time I was 25. When I hit 18 all bets were off and I was out to prove how bad I could be.

  2. OH PJ, I was so hoping that you didn’t get caught by the police, glad you didn’t! I can imagine how you were shaking and how sad for something you looked forward to to turn out that way! BUT it shows me how strong you are!! You didn’t give in to the pressure to drink and party! I Good for you!

  3. Wow! The things we get ourselves into without even trying! Thank goodness for bushes. I’m glad to hear you were able to hide. until it was safe. I certainly understand the uneasy feeling you felt

  4. Love the last line! PERFECT ending!

    On a more serious note, had an experience a bit similar, but a smidge younger (GASP!) and where drugs were involved too. Scarey back then – right??! I met my Marty when I was 16 (and a half LOL!) and he was 20! We are still together – can you believe it!!??!! πŸ™‚

  5. I remember keggers! They were big in the 80’s and yes, I remember running (usually stumbling) away from trouble. That is not the place for a first date. You painted a great picture with your story. I was curious, you said something at the beginning about your life being short. You had me worried that things would end badly for the narrator. But I loved the tone and style. Will be coming back to read more. I am enjoying the other stories on your site as well. πŸ™‚

    • Thank you so much! I appreciate you reading and commenting. πŸ™‚ When I referred to “my short life,” I meant my 16 years of life. I wondered if I should have made that clearer and it seems that I should have.

      • I don’t know, it was certainly an interesting point and upped the tension. It didn’t detract from the story in any way, but it made me wonder if she would die. But thank you for answering my question. I am enjoying the stories on your blog. Next week I’m going to try the Friday Fiction – going away this weekend so I can’t participate this time around. I’m finding that writing these short stories can be quite addictive!

  6. Oh Priceless! I can imagine how scared you were. I’m so glad you didn’t get caught or get in trouble. And I’m glad you didn’t go out with him again. I can relate to that kid you were!

  7. I am not sure what Keggars look like but I guess some sort of drinking niche … It must have scary experience at night but I admire your will power and common sense to not drink and actually ran to a safer place πŸ˜€ I would have frozen in the middle of the road πŸ˜€

    • I’m surprised I had enough sense to park my little bottom in the bottom of a bush! Ha! Have you ever seen beer kegs? They look like a tiny metal barrel with a spout coming out. The people that throw the “kegger” just bring a big keg of beer for the party people to drink and that’s why they call it a kegger.

  8. Kegger is a new one on me, but I’m afraid I would have been among the naughty crowd… somewhere your innocence definitely didn’t belong. This was a good read, Joy πŸ˜‰

    • LOL! I think keg parties (keggers) were popular just about everywhere and I doubt that popularity has decreased. In fact, I have a feeling it has increased. But there are drugs involved now whereas they weren’t involved in my younger days.

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