“You’re like a fine red wine that will only get better with age”.
That was the introduction into a conversation I had with my first boyfriend as he proceeded to let me down slowly telling me that he wished to have more freedom and get to know others, to spread his wings so to speak.
I remember thinking “how do you know about fine red wine, you’re only sixteen for fucks sake!” Also I knew there was an agenda… he wanted to be with that gorgeous triplet Rachel, as if he hadn’t been already.
The interesting point was that I felt relieved! I knew that our relationship, however naïve, had run its course. He was my first ‘committed’ relationship, you know the kind where he gives you a piece of jewellery that you swear you will wear forever…. the kind of relationship where the kisses get longer, the clumsy groping more intimate, conversations of should we or shouldn’t we… and then one day you’re doing IT! And you’re walking around somehow feeling different, you’re no longer a virgin, after all he is your first love.
In retrospect he wasn’t really my first love, yes we had sex and all of that, but my first love was Robin, you know from Batman and Robin fame, and then there was pop star David Cassidy who sung only to me through the TV “I think I love you” and of course there was Donny Osmond, the list goes on.
In fact now I think of it I don’t think I really loved George at all, it was more of an adolescent fascination, an awakening.
Anyway three months after his prophesy with his wise words saying I would just keep getting better with age, I did see George again….walking out of the local hospital after being treated for a sexually transmitted disease. … life has a funny way working out, don’t you think!