For my 15th birthday I requested a shopping trip. I purchased high heels, a form fitting skirt and a silk blouse. The young Mick Jagger look/act-alike who was soon to be my first proto-sexual boyfriend saw me in that outfit and it was a done deal. After our first encounter, as I was dressing, he stepped up close behind me and zipped me back into my skirt. He slow-skated with me that weekend at the roller rink and thereby officially became my boyfriend according to the customs of the tribe to which we belonged.
Am I getting it? I'm thinking he saw me as the swan when he approached to zip my skirt. He was really quite the young wolf and also did things like bite my arm through the clear plastic of a windbreaker I owned because he liked the way it steamed up. Of course, he had no tendencies towards long term commitment at that age and eventually left me for she who will forever be known as "the girl with the perfectly feathered hair."
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
