My parents didn’t like Bob. Well, not that they didn’t like him. He was just the wrong religion in their mind and they told me not to see him anymore. When parents tell their kids not to see someone it means they didn’t read the parenting manual. Section 32(f)(1) clearly states: Prohibiting a child’s action serves as a greater incentive for the child to perform that action. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
When we wanted to see each other, we had to sneak around, adding even more drama to the usual turmoil of a teen romance.
Thereafter, that night was dubbed: The Parking Garage Incident when spoken about with girl friends and Bob.
“Where are you going? It’s after dinner and you have homework.” My mother watched as I put on my coat and boots.
“Carol (my best friend) just called. She has an urgent problem she needs help with and it can’t be done over the phone,” I replied, in what I hoped was a casual tone; my insides felt like Jell-O.
“OK but be home by ten.” My mother, exasperated, gave in.
My friends knew about Bob, and as good friends will, were always ready and willing to cover my back; in exchange for all the gritty details, of course.
It was a dark and stormy night. No, not really, but it was dark, since it was mid-February.
Naturally, he couldn’t pick me up at my front door. I walked over to the next block where we met and got into the car. We debated where to go for some privacy, and decided on the top of a mall’s deserted parking garage.
During the drive to our destination, Bob related a funny incident from his English class.
“We’re studying some play writer, Tyler Perry. The teacher was writing out some of his quotes. One quote is: ‘You will always fine jealous people. They’re the ones promoting you.’ and she had it up on the white board. One of the girls blurted out that the word the teacher wrote was ‘fine’ not ‘find’. The teacher did a double take, checked a book, and said: ‘Guess he misquoted himself. It would be great if we could ‘fine’ jealous people.”
We both laughed at this incident.
Bob parked the car and turned to me. Terribly pleased with himself, he said, “A new time has begun.” I just looked at him. Sometimes he said the strangest things.
The paring garage was a mistake.
It seemed like a good idea at first.
It was a small car. I forget what make; does not really matter. We shucked our coats in the front seat and crawled into the back. The car was so small that even with two short people just sitting in the back seat it would be cramped. Imagine two teenagers ‘making out’ in that space.
“Ouch! My head banged into the window.”
“Hey watch it! Your elbow almost poked my eye out!”
Tumbling into the seat, arms and legs every which way, my sweater pushed up with his sweaty hands, we commenced to kiss, fondle, touch and feel. He tasted of spicy aftershave and smelled of Ivory soap.
We didn’t miss the heat in the car as our body heat steamed up the windows.
We were teenagers. We knew we wouldn’t be caught. Teenagers know everything.
We had been parked for all of 37 ½ minutes and the going was hot and heavy when a bright light startled us. No, it wasn’t aliens. It was security guards.
Two older gentlemen, flashlights in hand, approached the vehicle.
“What are you doing there?” One of the officers asked.
“Let’s see some ID,” demanded the second guard.
Bob got out of the car, settling his clothing at the same time. “We were just talking. We just wanted a quiet place to talk.” I heard him stammer.
OMG. I never heard Bob so nervous. We got caught! I can’t believe it! What will my parents say??
While Bob was trying to explain to one of the guards, the other man flashed his light into the back seat highlighting me; but by then I had my clothing mostly in place.
Somehow we got away with just a warning.
I imagine the security guards, once they realised what was going on in the car, were amused. We could hear them chuckling as they walked back to their office.
We drove away to another parking lot; this one fully lit and crowded. We had a smoke and tried to calm down. We broke out into a steady stream of nervous giggles at the whole affair (pun intended).We could relax as we got away safely.
Bob chuckled and speculated aloud, “Oh I bet those guys are remembering what it was like when they were our age.”
“They’re probably trading ‘almost caught’ stories right now.”
At least our parents will never know, I thought. With a light heart I sailed into the house. The parental units were still watching their programs and barely acknowledged my entrance.
Good thing they didn’t notice my sweater all askew. Well, I could have just said I was trying on some of Carol’s clothes, but they didn’t notice, didn’t ask.
I got undressed, brushed my teeth and got into bed. With a huge sigh of relief, and still giggling at the evening’s events, I snuggled under my blankets. Oh! Would I ever have a story to tell my girlfriends the next day at school. Still smiling I softly fell asleep.
Bob and I continued our secret assignations until we graduated from high school and went our separate way to university. We did casually keep in touch through e mail and whenever either of us mentioned, or heard mention of, a parking garage we would howl with laughter; people never got the joke. But we did.
Blogophilia 16.4 Topic: “A New Time Has Begun“
(Hard, 2pts): use a quote from the playwriter Tyler Perry
(Easy, 1pt): mention an oxymoron