Annie Rhiannon

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Valentine

The first time I ever got anything for Valentine's Day was back in '91 when I was "going out with" Marvin Pedrick. We got together by default at the Christmas disco when we were the only ones left without a partner for the last dance. He was skinny and bespectacled and I was ginger and, well, ginger. We shuffled together awkwardly for the entirety of Whitney Houston's I Will Always Love You while all the other kids snogged each other expertly in pairs around us.

We didn't speak to each other for the next two months (despite our friends insisting that we were "going out together") until Valentine's Day, when he gave me a string of pearls via his friend George. Real pearls. I thought this was a bit extreme for an eleven year-old boy who had never spoken to me. I dumped him immediately and didn't get anything else for Valentine's Day for another 15 years.

That'll learn me.

15 comments:

  1. Real pearls? Do you still have them?

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  2. Sorry, what was his name?

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  3. Ha, no of course not. I think they belonged to his grandmother. Who was still alive and wanted them back.

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  4. awkward youth club slow dances - uggh shivers up the spine just thinking about it. Hell, if it exist will be a permanent state of teenagehood, replete with zits, awkward crushes, exams, constant erections with no home to go to etc etc etc.

    The pearls though for an eleven year old - did he mug grannies on the side ?

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  5. He gave you a pearl necklace! Hahahahahahah!!!! That's the best effing thing I have ever heard. I bet he still brags about it.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl_necklace_(sexuality)

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  6. I was laughing along with CB. Very good!

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  7. Yes I remember my early teenage days of romance... slow dancing to Prince's 'Purple Rain' down in the youth club and having a boner for weeks because you kissed with tongues!

    Great times.

    http://treasonvoice.blogspot.com/

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  8. Actually I was very careful to NOT use the term "pearl necklace" anywhere in this blog! You lot are disgusting.

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  9. I had a similiar experience, except it was gold and emerald earrings - ugly, chintzy Pat Butcher earrings - stolen from his Mom's dressing table.

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  10. My dirty mind went right along with CB and James when I read your post's title. Shame on me.

    The rest of the post reminded me of how glad I am that junior high dances are way, way in my past.

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  11. I completely overlooked the pearl necklace thing. Until I noticed the logo for the Irish blog awards, on the right of the page, and it all came flooding back. Ooo-er.

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  12. Sorry but I have changed the title, what with the logo and everything it was too much. I'm a prude and this post is totally innocent.

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  13. Thank goodness for that. I didn't like the idea of young Marvin using George as an intermediary for delivering the goods, as it were.

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  14. "That'll learn me" - I haven't heard that one since school.

    It was similar to "Tell him miss" when a someone else was mis-behaving.

    In one of our 5th form (Age 15?) disco's near Valentines day, one girl drew the line by practically humping a bloke on the dancefloor.

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  15. That'll learn ye indeed!

    Funny story!

    (This is tender [hooligan] by the way, if I haven't told you that before.)

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