Sunday, August 3, 2008

First Kiss for Scribbit's Write Away Contest

The year was 1981 when roller rinks were fun and the mirrored disco ball hung from the center of the ceiling। The floor was glossy blue; a mini block wall enclosed the rink and old dark Berber carpet stretched around the edges. The snack bar was filled with hot dogs and jelly doughnuts and mixing up a suicide soda was “the” drink. The girls all hung in groups giggling and pointing at the boys and if you could skate backwards it was pretty impressive. I was not impressive. I was thirteen, with braces, fly-backs, and wore Jordache jeans that were probably way to tight. With my skates on I felt so cool, so tall, and skated so fast to songs like “Play that funky music white boy” and just hoped that I never fell crossing over in the corners. When the lights dimmed, couples would skate to the likes of “Reunited”, the spotlight on the disco ball, and mirrored reflections would go spinning across the walls and the floor; raging hormones racing faster than the fastest skater in the building. The cover of dark created ample opportunity for couples to make out and many first kisses were born at the roller rink. At the end of the night, I was carrying my skates back to the rental room, (I was not cool enough to have my own tricked out skates), and my little boyfriend following behind me. We were the only two in room. He quickly planted his lips on mine and there in the skating rink rental room was my very first kiss, and it was not an American kiss. There were no fireworks to mention, just shock and surprise. I felt flushed with a hormonal rush of nervousness and excitement not believing it was happening, and then just as quick, it was over. I don’t remember the boys name or what he looked like, I only remember that it was my very first kiss and it was a strange experience that was my initiation into the world of kissing, boys, and roller rink romance.
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12 comments:

Scribbit said...

Leave it to the roller rinks :) We have a rink just like that here!

Gilit Frank said...

Thanks for visiting my blog. I also had braces in 1981, but I was already 18. Bet that little 13 year old boyfriend ended up tall by the time high school was over.

~michelle pendergrass said...

Oh man. I think I was at that skating rink. Another One Bites the Dust is the song I remember skating to. Though I didn't have braces. And I didn't get kissed there. And I couldn't skate backwards.

But I did have the way too tight Jordache jeans with the legwarmers that matched my sweater. :)

Christie O. said...

awwww!! wow! i felt like i was there with your description of the roller rink. man, was that the place to be! cute story!! i love your blog, by the way. even just the positivity that eminates from your profile made me smile!!

Wild Squirrel said...

I couldn't stand renting skates (but I didn't have my own either)! There was always this really funny feeling stuff in the bottom. Thank goodness for thick socks!

Funny...I don't think I even recall my very first kiss...but I CAN remember the first kiss with my hubby. I guess that's the most important one!

And, thanks for stopping by my blog. :)

MoziEsmƩ said...

Awww! I remember those couples skates well - though I was often the one on the sidelines for lack of a partner and hated those times!

Hope the kisses got better as time went on!

angie said...

Oh, the good ol' days. How lucky are you that your first kiss has such a great setting! THanks so much for visiting my blog. I always love to find blogs authored by those with a higher education. Good luck with your PhD.

Deanna said...

I am turning 40 next month and that's probably why I can relate to everything you wrote. I have fond memories of the feel of wearing brand new Jordache jeans to school. Ahhh...

Thanks for your comment on mine!

Carrie said...

Oh,that's funny. I love how you describe the roller rink- and aren't first kisses awkward? :) Thanks for your comment on my blog!

jubilee said...

Reading your post, I felt like I was back in junior high in our roller rink. Dark shag carpet, smelly rental skates and all!

My friends and I would hide out in the bathroom reapplying lip gloss during the couple skates so as to save us the embarrassment of NOT being asked!

Thanks for visiting my blog and commenting.

jeanie said...

Ahh - I remember the local skating rink - due to very dodgy eyesight I always offered to help the dj, and nothing looked kissable anyway!!!

Thanks for popping by mine.

marmiteandtea said...

That is so sweet. I remember going ice skating on a Friday night with the disco ball, so much fun, your writing brought it all back :)