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Death Bells Ring

Better late than never’ isn’t always appropriate. Sometimes late is too late.

A first kiss with Ricky would be extremely awkward after being AWOL for so long. My romance with Prince Charming was doomed.

“Is it true that Ricky and you never kissed?” asked Kathy.

I clutched the phone tightly and whispered, “How do you know that?”

My response answered her question.

After a few minutes of listening to her go on and on about not believing anyone sixteen years old could go steady with a senior for months and never get around to kissing, I interrupted.

“How did you find out?”

“It’s all over school. Ricky says you won’t kiss him and he’s going to break up with you.”

Everyone in Kathy’s school knew about my lack of experience. What if the news spread to my school?

“There’s only one thing that will save you,” Kathy explained. “You’ve got to break up with him before he breaks up with you.”

Kathy had experience with going steady. I had none. We agreed I would call Ricky, break up, and call Kathy back with the details.

Ricky swore he changed his mind and no longer wanted to break up with me. His voice cracked as he pleaded for forgiveness. My heart began melting, but I knew his friends would get him to change his mind again next week. I forgave him and then broke up.

Our relationship was definitely over; besides, I needed to get kissed before I turned into an old maid.

I placed the receiver on the cradle after updating Kathy.

Kathy promised to spread the word throughout her school that I broke up with Ricky, not the other way around.

The enormity of my action hit me; I no longer had a boyfriend. No more poems, no more church songs, no more séances. My ears pricked at the sound of sobbing — not coming from me.

From under the kitchen table where she’d been hiding, Susan asked, “Why did you break up with Ricky? I really liked him.”

My colorful yarn collection got shoved into an empty slot in the plastic shoe organizer hanging on my closet door.

The sadness of our breakup was softened by daydreaming about my next boyfriend, who would romantically swoop me off my feet and kiss me. I never imagined the way my first teenage kiss would actually happen.

Lessons not yet learned: ‘A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush’ was never more accurate. And you can throw in ‘Be careful what you wish for’ too.

Now it’s your turn: Tell me about your first break up.

Related posts: Chapter Fourteen: Kiss Me, You Fool Jealous Heart; Boiling Over; Ugly Bug Ball; Unearthly Love Spirits

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37 Comments

  1. Ralph says:

    I can’t remember my first break up. I know it was before Cleopatra was around 😉 Happy New Year my friend 😀 ❤

  2. ahardrain says:

    A very Happy New Year’s to you and your family 🙂

  3. Choosing says:

    My first break up? … Very cliché: my boy friend moved to go to college somewhere else, and, after first vowing to write a lot, he did not write for weeks – and then wrote me a letter explaining that a long distance relationship would never work. I have to admit I was more angry about the way he phrased it than I was sad. I thought he was behaving very cowardly. 😉 In the end it was – of course – for the best. My attachment did not run very deep, I guess. 😉

  4. Valleygrail says:

    Ha! Already told you! Great story!

  5. Elle Knowles says:

    This is so sad that you let her talk you into breaking up! In today’s world you would have rushed over to his house grabbed him around the neck, planted one on him, and say, So there! How do you like that?” The rest would have been history. Can’t wait to see how this played out! LOL! Can’t remember my first break-up but it was probably just as sad! It was the era we lived in!

    • skinnyuz2b says:

      Elle, I was never shy unless a cute boy was around, even one I was going steady with. I needed a guy who wasn’t shy. Or at least that’s what I thought I needed.

  6. What teenage girls go through. We all wait for that first kiss. Your story was enjoyable and brought back memories. You might want to read my blog http://www.salpa58.wordpress.com First Kiss. I think you will be amused. :o)

  7. Glynis Jolly says:

    I was considered a prude at my school because I wouldn’t “make out”. Kissing was easy but that was while standing or not at all. All though I had plenty of dates in high school, I never went steady. I was the girl “in between girls”. 😛

  8. mgill0627 says:

    That was so sweet and well written I thought it was a work of prose.

  9. I can’t recall my first break-up, probably because the first friendships weren’t exactly close-knit in the first place. I remember my first real attachment, and how that ended. Very normal, I’m afraid, though our relationship had its high points – I’ll maybe have the courage to forgo anonymity and write about that one day. Anyway, I went to drama school and she went to art college – at a distance of about 250 miles! I think we managed one letter each!

  10. suzjones says:

    I don’t remember my first breakup. I’m sure my heart felt like it would never heal and the world was going to end (much like every other breakup after that). I do however remember my first kiss very vividly and not fondly at all.

  11. read it out to my kids to check what happens today. they laughed at me

  12. chsuresh63 says:

    Uh! Both those lessons still remain to be learned by me 🙂

  13. rommel says:

    Sorry, but this is very teenage. 😀 yet so fun to read. My first brak up was quick and unpainful. 😀

    • skinnyuz2b says:

      Thanks, Rommel. I have no idea how I became so uninformed about the ways of teens while being a teenager. I must have been hiding behind the door when all the teen info was handed out.

  14. I must confess that I used to give the same advice to my friends in high school – ‘break up with him before he does and leave your dignity intact’.

    The fact that I had no experience myself, unless you count reading Pride and Prejudice (which actually should have warned me about the dangers of unchecked egotism) did not daunt me at all.

    I’m only thankful that they didn’t often take my advice. The ones who did almost always regretted it.

    • skinnyuz2b says:

      DW, I knew his friends would talk him back into breaking up with me. As much as I needed a guy to just grab me and kiss, Ricky needed a girl who would do the same with him!

      • How often life is a comedy of errors!
        Taking the first move takes more than courage..The stars have to be aligned in your favour too. 😛

      • skinnyuz2b says:

        When I was a youngster I had a crush on the son of a family friend who was two years older than me. He thought I was a mere baby. His brother who was two years younger than me had a crush on me. Of course, I thought he was a mere baby! Young love plays such jokes on us.

  15. […] Related posts: Chapter Fourteen: Kiss Me, You Fool; Death Bells Ring […]

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