7 Feb
While I may have remained a virgin all through high school, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t a total parking lot slut in 9th grade.
During my very first week in high school, I locked eyes with the most amazing guy I had ever seen.
He had bulging muscles, which I could easily see, since he wore a wife-beater tank top to school every day. He was an upper classman, but we met in my freshman English class…
My brother called him “Flex” because he was always flexing his muscles – often to the point of having to grunt while he talked.
But the grunting and constant flexing didn’t bother me a bit. I thought he was an amazing, sensitive, misunderstood hottie – wearing pleated stonewashed jeans and tank tops in the dead of winter. (Did I mention that I grew up in Michigan?)
We, of course, started “going out” nearly immediately, and my friends called me Fast Anna.
I wasn’t allowed to date yet, so the only time I saw Flex was at school. And every day after school, we would stand in front of my brother’s powder-blue station wagon and kiss.
My brother would honk the horn every few minutes and rev the engine, threatening to leave me there.
Classmates would walk by and yell, “Get a room!”
But we didn’t let the haters stop us.
We would make out until Flex had to leave to catch the bus. And all the way home, My brother would yell at me for being such a slut, while I tried to figure out why my teeth hurt so much.
Surprisingly, my parking lot romance didn’t even last the entire school year.
I’m pretty sure Flex was afraid that my muscles were bigger than his.
Or I guess it could have had something to do with my hair…
Where was your favorite place to make out in high school?
Anna, high school was so long off for me or at least it feels that way, but will say that by the lockers was always a classic make out spot for myself and most others. That said now you just brought back some interesting memories and well never mind, lol!! Have a great Thursday
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I honestly had a boyfriend that had a van with a bed in the back. That’s about all I can say!
THat is hysterical. I remember one boy being that buff but I never had any classes with him. I thought it was hysterical that his last name was Goodnough because I thought it was pronounced like good enough. I used to crack up because I would pronounce it like that in my head. Turns out it’s good now. Or so he said. I still like to pretend he was good enough.
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I lived directly across the street from the high school, and both of my parents worked. After school make out sessions happened in the comfort of my own living room, with the warm glow of MTV in the background.
How awful for your brother! Watching a sibling suck face is one of the grossest experiences ever. You should send him a fruit basket or something. In your defense, Flex sounds irresistible.
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In my freshman year, I was kissed exactly once, on the cheek, in the back seat of said boy’s mom’s car on the way home from band practice. My first love. We were country kids. He was in FFA. He broke up with me and broke my heart 2 weeks later. I eventually married his best friend. Take that, LeRoy! Yeah, LeRoy. I said we were country.
I was a parking lot slut, too. Not just school parking lots; none were off-limits. Restaurants, grocery stores, church…ironic that I met my husband in a parking lot in college!
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My favorite place was pretty much any place I could get a guy to make out with me!
When you look like Henry Thomas, you will take what you can get! 
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Ha ha, that’s great! We had a boat landing on a lake that we used to go to.
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You’re from Michigan?! That’s so cool! I am too, I think that’s why I relate to your writing and humor so well! Born and raised in tiny Hillsdale, MI now live in East Lansing (MSU territory).
Oh my goodness! FLEX! The good old days! I remember how mad your brother used to get! I am still laughing remembering this! You painted a wonderful picture for us, just how I remember it! Lol!
Hilarious, as always.
I cannot believe your brother never left you there.
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HAHAHA!!! I needed a good laugh tonight. Can always count on you, Anna
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I was just reminded of an incident in 9th grade involving a senior boy and a church youth group retreat and making out in all the wrong places. And we’ll just leave it at that…
there was this one time when my mom went to mexico and i was staying with her friend. they lived on a lake with a state park and i met a cute boy who was camping with his family. I didn’t make it back to the house in a timely manner and so she sent her sons looking for me (all 3 of them), well they found me…behind a tree…not just making out with this boy. let’s just say that story spread like wildfire through my high school and there were a few months (years) where I couldn’t walk into a class without someone making an obscene mouth gesture at me…
oh the horrors of growing up in a small town…
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