Back in the seventies I was fifteen years old, with fake picture id that got me into the bars in Alberta (18) and me and my girlfriends used to like to hang out there to meet people and listen to the live bands, no cover. We thought we were cool but actually we were pretty innocent and not into one night stands but one night I broke my own rule and went home with someone. I usually knew enough to just go home but something about him was different. He sat down at our table around 11 pm or midnight with a direct gaze at me and he looked short, a bit like a leprechaun with a beard, and he smelled of patch. Those days for me were wild and free, I was rebelling against my parents and society after having been the "good girl" for so long and I went ahead and took a taxi home with him instead of my friend and we had sex. Following that he almost had a fit when he found out my age (I was actually fourteen) but he had me come over a few more times after that calling me at home with my mom and then paying for a taxi or coming to pick me up. For my part I felt such a crush and overwhelming attraction to him I could not think straight so I just did what my hormones wanted me to and we carried on for about a year or two, things got complicated and we lost touch. My confession is that I still miss him and that no one that I met since really gave me anything close to that feeling I got with him and he was close enough to my age to be forgiven that indiscretion, I am kind of glad because it was before anything really terrible happened to me. I hope he has had a really good life. With a last name so distinctive I never forgot it, I looked up his name on social media and never found it so at least he is probably not dead.
The Georgia Straight: A 50th Anniversary Celebration Book
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