It was grade 9 and I was starting fresh at a new school. My 'secret' naughty relationships were all attending a different school. I was free to roam for fresh blood without any old, stanky asses following me around, begging for another quick feel in the stairwell. I was innocent again; starting over.
I had found a boy I liked; in a school of 1500 students, it didn't take long. He was my typical awkwardly shy but endearing type that I was constantly drawn too. I'd like to think it was because that type complimented my Type A exhibitionist personality. Whist doing my research, I learned that the boy I sat beside in Biology was actually his partner in Music class - score!
The interesting turn of events was that my messenger boy was starting to cause my lady bits to tingle. We had a lot in common, including our sense of humor and our shared appreciation for Led Zeppelin. Well, I liked them... he LOVED them. His sad attempts of Swan Song doodles were on display all over his binder, as well as the 4 Led Zeppelin symbols.
After that fateful night when we finally broke the tension with a deep kiss down the street from my house, we were inseparable - literally. Our tongues mutually burrowing down each other's throats was our primary pass time, usually accompanied by some Led Zeppelin music whenever possible. I had soon developed a nasty harvest of canker sores and my mouth was practically pulsating by the time I returned home from one of our marathon make-out sessions. My mother noticed one day and said straight away, "Looks like someone's been doing too much kissing!" Whoa! How did she know? That woman was a frickin' psychic!
Our best night was during my first big school dance. They were hosted by MuchMusic with a giant video screen and lighting effects, which was pretty damn impressive for high school! You have to remember that all my previous "relationships" took place in secret, so this was really my first publicly physical relationship, and it was exciting. Later in the night, Stairway to Heaven came on; we both looked at each other, smiled and then we partook in some rather shamelessly sloppy PDA in the middle of the dance floor... for the entire 8 minute epic. It was a long time not to come up for air! One of the senior girls from the basketball team slapped me hard on the ass while yelling really loudly, "Way to go, baby skank!"
Well, before that year, I only revealed my true self to a select few - and after that night, everyone knew. Although we didn't manage to stay together for too long, I only have fond memories of him. Whenever I hear pretty much ANY Led Zeppelin song, I think of him, but especially Stairway to Heaven. Incidentally, I also think of him whenever I get a festering canker sore - I'm sure he'd be touched.
In addition to being a part of my own February Music Month, I also did this post for Jill over at Strawberry Freckles; she is doing a High School Memory Tunes Linky :) She's adorable!