I Love You For All Seasons
When i was 16, i met this boy at a family party. His name,…. serious shit, was George Hamilton Jr. No, not the one whose son married Shannon Doherty. My George was 16, tall and lean with an affinity for spray cans and skateboards and for a good solid 3 months, Me.
George lived in Torrance, which was about 30 miles from my city. This was in the time, when everyone and they mama had a beeper and you would send code messages, like 143, which meant i love you. Or 304 which upside down would read hoe.
Yes. Those where the days.
Well, Georgie and I, as i liked to call him, we would talk all night on the phone. Sometimes he would ask me to sing to him. I always sang, The Fuzz Bands, I love You For All Seasons. He really dug it. Then he would sing back to me, The Delfonic’s, La La Means I love you . It was teen romance at its best.
He wrote me the all time best love letters. They were full of male adolescent sexual undertones and sophomore English prose, with a splash of hood. The guy i dated after him, threw those letters and poems away.
George and i never had sex, even though we were given myriad opportunities to knock the boots. I asked Momdukes permission for him to spend the night so that we could go to my homecoming dance and she said yeah. I had a very trusting Ma. And his parents, i guess wanted to keep up with the Jones because they also gave him permission. He spent the night at my house twice! In separate bedrooms.
I slept with Ma.
But we were home alone and had the chance, but we where both scared and opted for the dry hump instead. Now, as an adult woman on the reflect tip. I’ve come to realize, that he had a pretty big dick!
I’m horrible sometimes.
So, we were going strong with the beeper codes and nightly phone calls. He even gave me the pass code to his beeper, which back then was the equivalent to giving someone the key to the pad. I didn’t check his beeper for a while, until i got the feeling.
And i dialed and punch in the code. I heard the message. Some hussy asking him to pick her up after practice.
It was over. I dumped him and didnt talk to him for 2 years. I saw him again when we where 18. I was in the outs with my HS sweetheart at the time…..
We both wanted to make out with each other, but even in my out time, i was loyal. I couldn’t do it.
I gave Georgie a picture of me when i was 7. I was in a cute white ruffle and Burgundy corduroy dress.
I wish i could have it back.
