I kissed a boy so hard it melted my face off on April 30th, 1990.
We were in the front seat of his parked in his car at a grocery store in Palatine, IL. It was a warm, muggy afternoon. The new Depeche Mode album was playing in the background. We kissed so hard and so long that we never heard any of the songs.
Even though it was twenty-five years ago, I remember being clammy and clumsy. I remember how he smelled. I remember sweetly kissing his shoulder and tasting lavender laundry detergent on my tongue. And, of course, I remember the moment where my eyes rolled backwards and I saw stars.
Oh, yes. Sweet youth. Filled with firsts.
It’s not like I don’t live a fun and exciting life; however, today’s first-time experiences are a little less climactic if you know what I mean.
For example, today is April 30th, 2015, and I’m getting my first mammogram.
I cannot even proceed with this blog post and pretend that getting a mammogram is anything other than a rote and unimportant middle-aged milestone.
Mammograms save lives, but in no way is adulthood better than making out with a boy while listening to the Violator album. There was a time in my life when I vaulted myself into the blissful arms of a gawky, teenage boy. I twisted myself like a pretzel in the front seat of a shitty car and felt my heartbeat in my ears. I had a “come to Jesus moment” while suburban moms shopped for bagged salad and potato chips.
Now I write blog posts about work, life and cats. I own a small consulting firm. And I proactively take care of my breast health.
Kids, this is a warning to you: adulthood fucking sucks! Go have fun. Go make out in parking lots. Listen to ridiculous music—over and over and over—while smooching with boys.
But, yeah, okay, fine. Get a mammogram when you turn 40. That’s important.
You will always remember your first time!
lmao — I’m going to make out with my husband when he gets home, tonight.
I just lost a friend to breast cancer (not the first). Please get checked….your life may depend on it.
“World in my Eyes”, bloody classic song
mammograms are awesome, but please ask them to do the 3D digital ones for you. i had my first mammo at 24, have stepped up screening and MRIs now, and sat with my radiologist as tears streamed down her face while she told me how much early cancer they’d missed even with digital mammograms.
Totally had the 3D digital mammogram. So easy and fast. Thanks for the comment!
The mammo is important… so is touching your boobies. All. The. Time. Know your body – so if it changes, you’ll know. (Trust me: I am an almost 4yr survivor who found her lump that a mammo would never have found because of it’s position) Yay Boobies!!
So great to read your comment. Thank you.
PS—Oh, I know my body. 😉
My doctor says he wants to do a baseline at 35 and then yearly at 40. So, this November I’ll be an adult getting my boobies smashed. Ugh. I will treat myself to some ice cream afterwards.
It took 9 minutes. It was the easiest thing evah. Smooshed, sorta, but not miserable. PEOPLE OVERSTATE THE HASSLE. Shocking, I know.
oh my gosh, you completely nailed those rueful wistful nostalgic bittersweet feelings! Relate.
Thanks, colleen. 🙂