Chasing,
catching, kissing and... the one that got away...
I am
fast. Fastest boy on the playground from 5 years old until 10. That was when I
went to the integrated school. Even there I was still in the top 5. I was fast and I caught more than a few
ladies in elementary, but most of the
ladies let me catch them. Not Patti..... not Patti. Back to Patti later.
To be
young again, that would be nice. Training doesn't hurt you when you're 5, oh, those were the days. If you are going to be a chaser you must train, especially
for fast girls, like Patti. Your best chance is to use your endurance to catch
her. If you're serious, then I advise 20 pull-ups, 25 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, wind
sprint drills and stairs daily. Are you serious??? Then do the work!
She is
worth it isn't she??
Hair is
the tough part, but so important! Short haired girls don't really want a chase. Long
haired girls do. Pony tailed girls really want to play and pigtail girls are
just daring you to go for it. You must be careful when you approach the hair
during the chase. If you pull hard she will turn and hit you so hard people
will talk about it well into high school. If you go in weak, she will be
unimpressed and turbo speed will kick in. It must be soft, but confident. You
know, "I could pull this hair, but I just want to touch it and I can". If you
do it right, it might give her chills and she will immediately slow to half
speed. Then you can catch her!
Sometimes you do catch a girl. You must be
prepared for this! Sometimes girls pretend to make a wrong turn and boom a
head-on. You best avoid this head-on unless you're ready for a little kiss and
more. Yes, first come little kisses, then commitment. Well, I call them little kisses now, but then they
were all I knew. Open mouth, one lip, bites, frenching, necking, spooning, sex
were all unknown to me. This was long before cable and Internet. National
Geographic and Sears catalogs were our "porn" and that wasn't until
7 years later. At 5, no porn, no Sears catalog, no National Geographic. Just
first kisses and that was enough.
So, back
to kissing technique, again. It is hard to give advice because I was a natural kisser. Just enough feminine in my
masculine to understand the kiss in it's fantastic glory. The five second, two
lip to two lip, no extremity or body touching kisses were our kisses. Hold back
the nerves, control the butterfly's, put
up with a little nausea, don't let her see you sweat and then, magic kisses.
First kiss, magic, second kiss, magic. Eventually, I met Ms. Right or now known as Mrs. Right Blood and she showed me "into the mystic" magic kisses and
more. Still though, I can't remember a non-magic kiss. Sometimes, later on,
there would be regrets and pain over who I chose to kiss, but that was always
later.
Kissers
beware of braces! They may carry food
products, gum and bad breath smell. Be careful to check out a girl with braces
dental hygiene and if ok then still approach with caution as braces can draw
blood. But I must admit my best kisses were from tomboys with a ponytail and
braces. Well, I have also learned each kiss and every girl is different and so
you must pay attention to her feelings
and reactions and adjust constantly. Yes, even at 5. Learn what to do, what
is important to her and use it. This
practice will come in very handy later in the teen plus years. To those first
time kissers, they are mostly wet unless you both are real nervous in which
you can have a dry lip catch issue. Practice with dolls and stuff so you get
good and there are fewer surprises. There will always be surprises. Lastly, very
important, at this age and for quite a while, French kissing is usually
disturbing to the ladies, so wait on it. You don't want to be known as Mr.
Freaky Perv through middle school, like
my friend Tommy T... He WAS a freaky perv though and too far was where he always
went.
Ok, once
you have had the kiss it might be time for commitment. "Going
together" is what we called it and it can be Heaven or Hell. "Going
together", back then, meant meeting at school early and standing around with
her girlfriends Then, you do that again at lunch and after detention. If you're good, she gives you a kiss and after sports and homework she calls you and talks
until bedtime. I was not a lover of "going together" as the ladies
didn't understand my need for freedom. I
love the ladies, but not the commitment. I needed to be free, but I did like the
daily kisses. I also liked that "going together" girls would wear their cutest clothes, perfume and
smile lots. I also liked, a little, being shown off. See girls "look what I
caught". Also, every time I broke free and re-entered the chase arena, my rating had gone up.
If you
are "going together" you must be able to talk to the girl. This is not easy! In my day, at 5 years old, we
had little in common. We didn't like the same movies, games, sports, but we
were strangely drawn together. They were like magnets and just kept pulling me
in. Eventually you have to talk to them.
Let me
tell you, starting a conversation with girls is not just dangerous. You need a
lot of prep time and practice. By the time we actually start wanting to talk
to girl, they have been practicing talking to each other, practicing what
they're going to say to us, attending seminars on talking and reviewing
training manuals on the art of manipulating boys. When dealing with girls, it is
best to just shut up and listen. I failed at it many times, but until we get
smart and can use our brains, around age 40, then it is best to be quiet and
listen. There is a cigar-whiskey-sports bar exception we will review in a later
blog.
Sorry, back to the blog! I got lost for a moment in
the cigar-whiskey-sports bar fantasy..... Pre-chase you need to check breath.
Gum may be needed. Check your nose for boogers, check for bad smell, and correct
them. Now, also check for dirt and mud and remove it. Although, some girls like
dirt. Know what your girl wants!
Good time
to discuss Patti. Leader of the bad girls. Sassy, cute, torn blue jeans, tight T- shirts, blue eyes, red,
blonde, black, sometimes purple hair in pigtails, henna tattoos....."hippie" parents!
She
wanted me to chase, but I was not worthy of the catch.... She played with me and
I was putty in her hands. I was faster than her, but she was quick and start-stops were her specialty. Go, stop, restart and back to full speed. She was
like the Barry Sanders of the playground. Baddest, sassy, cutest little girl
there ever was and my heart still pitter-patters thinking of her, but I never caught her before I got transferred.... (insert tears
here)
She did
help me though. Patty asked me "if
I really knew what love was" ,"because she only goes for boys that
know how to love." She also said
"get real, drop the games little boy and call me when you grow up". I
never called, she was the one that got away (There were really two, but that
is another blog) But, at first, I didn't
think she was serious about what she said. Then, I realized I did not really know what she was talking
about. You know, we were only 5 and abstract concepts like love were not
supposed to be our strong suit. Plus, I was the only lonely child of a physician who was never there and an OCD
mom who still hugged me, only when her
gloves were on. I thought TV families were like real families. I am saying
this was not a hug and kiss family environment. I would not develop love and
intimacy skills until much later in life. But at least I knew they were
lacking, as Patti had explained. I would keep my eyes open for this love and
intimacy. At first, because I was a little OCD myself, I wanted to perfect my skill
set. Later it is what I mainly chased. Well into my forties. It took quite
a while, but I did start seeing an improvement in love and intimacy skills and
gradually, very gradually, I finally dropped the games and found true
love. 35 years later.
So, thanks
Patti, for the advice.
I am out
Take care