After my date, I was thinking of taking the next step with my new friend and possibly holding hands. *snicker* Then I realized how things have changed since my grandmother's courting days. She has on many occasions told me that her and my grandfather never even held hands before marriage. The closest they came to being near each other was sitting about a foot apart on the couch. I asked her if it was a shock to her to realize the extent of what she had gotten into on her wedding night. The only thing she knew was what her mother told her and she had to do what her husband requested of her. It was a blessing that it came as a pleasant surprise to her because she thoroughly enjoyed what he had to show her. I guess we all have some clue of our sexuality and what goes on even before we are actually told. I can't imagine being that clueless.
I do remember, at the tender age of ten, the first time I learned what a man and a woman did in the privacy of their bedroom. It wasn't the most pleasant learning since it came from a book my 13 year old cousin confiscated from my Dad's stash. I will never forget the name of that book "The Insatiable Itch". I didn't even know what "insatiable" meant but I soon learned! Don't ask me who the author was because the writing inside was not what I considered literature. The first chapter was a real eye opener for me. I could not fathom the workings of some of the things going on but I had a feeling I shouldn't have been reading it but even at that age I couldn't put it down. I had to know!
Fast forward about a year and a half later when my mom decides its time to tell me about the birds and the bees. Talk about lame compared to what I already knew!
At the age of 13, I had my first boyfriend come over to my house, and mother catches me kissing him. She calls me into the room to explain to me what happens to a man when he gets excited. (OMG..I shit you not, she uses a jock strap to demonstrate...it was a priceless moment in time and I'm thinking, where the hell did she get that?) For some reason I had forgotten my first learning of this in "The Insatiable Itch" or maybe I just hadn't comprehended the full extent of it. Anyway, once my mom refreshed my memory on the workings of the male body, I had to hurry back to the living room and test her theory. And I’ll be damned if she wasn't right on target! Thank God that young man respected me because had he not, I could have gotten far more than I bargained for.
Yes, we've come a long way, but sometimes I think we've come way too far. I wonder what it would be like to sit one foot apart from someone that you truly care about and never hold hands or kiss. I think it would be impossible therefore my grandmother has either lied to me or she had steel running through her veins.