I figured I'd re-post this most memorable part of my JW experience, which says a lot since I have very few memories of my JW years. Maybe I'll post some scans (if I have time) of this happy, but disturbing part of my life.
It was the summer of 1993. My dad didn't think my bike would be stolen from just sitting in the backyard. Boy was he fucking wrong. He got me a new bike to replace the one that got stolen.
While I was attending Elmwood high, I had made friends with a very tall, but cool guy named Craig.
During this summer break while I was biking, I ran into him in a neighborhood park. He saw me pass and called me over to the park. So, I started toward him and began talking to him and his girlfriend. I was suddenly interrupted by a girl who seemed to literally pop up from out of nowhere, and was now in the vicinity of my face. "Hi! I'm Craig's sister Becky!" I responded with a hello, and me and Becky continued to chat. I was still sitting on my bike, and she was sitting on my front bike tire, holding onto the handlebars. She was very talkative and full of pep. She seemed to accidently touch my hand every so often while hanging onto the handlebars. Eventually, the light touching became us holding hands, and she was laying her head on my chest. This was most unexpected, and it seemed like Satan the Devil sent a harlot out to tempt me. However, I enjoyed being tempted by a woman who obviously liked me. Hell, why shouldn't she like me? I was a sexy fifteen year old boy who knew how to flip to any bible scripture in a matter of seconds. Of course I didn't tell her that part. She would instantly be turned off by me if I told her that!
During our conversation, I had warned her about my over-protective mother to prevent any problems we should encounter. After about 40 minutes, I told her I had to leave. She wrote her name and number on a piece of a cigarette pack, and told me to call her that night. I did, but she wasn't home. I also tried the next day and she wasn't home. I think I was just really happy that this girl was showing me the time of day.
She wasn't the greatest looking piece of ass that walked the planet, but she WAS a piece of ass! It was exciting, but at the same time frustrating. I had no clue how I would be able to date this girl and not get caught by my mother. I had a horrible case of nervousness when I tried to phone Becky. I finally got ahold of Becky and chatted with her on the phone. Listening to the recording I have of it (yes, I taped it) reminds me of how shitty my conversational skills were back then. The bitch also kept putting me on hold for 15 minute periods. As stupid as I was, I stayed on the line at the command of my male hormones. She ended up asking me to meet her at the park, but I told her I couldn't because of my mother. However, I continually tried to set up dates with Becky.
I ran into her in a different park about 10 days later, and she was with another guy. I was a bit upset about that, but I didn't let it worry me too much since me and Becky never had an actual date. But I was pissed off that I couldn't freely date women on account of my mother and the JW religion.
I called her a couple of days later. She had told me she was thinking of going out with me. I told her the same. She ended up dumping the other guy so she could go out with me. I'll admit, that was a nice and much needed confidence boost. We finally ended up agreeing on a date, and we were to meet on the bus.
Now, during my childhood, I was too scared of my own shell to do things for myself. I didn't start talking on the phone until I was 12 years old, and I'd never gone anywhere on my own before, other than riding my bike. I told my mother I was going to spend the day downtown looking at all the stores.
I tried to get ahold of Becky around 9:00 in the morning. She had asked me to call and wake her up, and pick a bus to meet her on. I had to phone her from downstairs in the bathroom since my mother was upstairs where my room was. It was one of the scariest moments of my life. I was deliberately going behind my mother's back (and behind Jehovah's) to date a worldly girl. We agreed on a time, and I went to the bus stop to wait. This was the first time I had ever gone out by myself via the bus.
The bus came along, and the door opened. There was Becky, sitting in the front seat waving. She had her hair done up nice, and she looked pretty good. We spent basically all day downtown. I was nervous as hell that another JW would see me walking around downtown with this worldly girl, holding hands with her. We stopped into a dollar store where she bought some makeup. She applied lipstick, and then kissed my cheek! SHIT! I needed to get this crap off my face before I got home! She was nice and spit-cleaned it off. She also removed her lipstick so we could actually kiss.
I remember taking the bus back home that day. I felt great, but a little worried that someone had seen me. While walking from the bus stop to my house, I was constantly wiping my face, hoping to hell that there wasn't any lipstick left! First thing I did was go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I was relieved to see nothing there. My first date had been a success.
End of Part 1