FROM: dudewiththe(REMOVE)hair@hushmail.com
> Over the past weekend I spent a lot of time with my son and his
> friends. They're in 8th grade now and life is getting pretty
> interesting for them. My son and his best friend spent the night
> together on Friday, which was a laid back affair because they'd spent
> the evening at the high school football game. I wrote about that this
> time last year and things are not so much different now except the
> boys each have girlfriends to hang all over and vice versa. Their peer
> group didn't see a moment of the game, they were totally tuned in to
> each other. I watched from a discreet distance and even then when my
> son caught my eye he realized I could see what he was up to and he and
> his entourage moved off to somewhere out of my line of sight. The boys
> were pretty high energy and the girls were the center of attention. It
> was funny to see my son and his buddies in a sort of frenetic orbit
> around a small gaggle of girls. The boys spent a lot of energy but
> succeeded in only getting a couple of kisses and hugs. That's sex in
> the 8th Grade, which is just fine by me.
>
> The situation reversed itself on Saturday night. Saturday night was a
> birthday party in an upscale neighborhood in a town with money. When I
> was in 8th grade, boy-girl parties were a staid affair. This one was a
> rocking house party, complete with a DJ, you could hear the music
> three blocks off. There were about 50 kids, pretty much the entire
> eighth grade. It was an '80's themed party. My son's best friend (deep
> sigh-tall, blonde, blue eyed, gorgeous) came as Kurt Cobain, complete
> with a vintage Nirvana tee and flannel shirt. I had to point out that
> Nirvana was big in the '90's, but no matter, he was a smoking hot Kurt
> Cobain.
>
> My wife spent some time and effort on my son's costume. She did his
> hair and put tons of gel in it. She let him wear her sports jacket (a
> man's jacket from the 80's) and vintage Vuarnet sunglasses. Oh My God.
> He looked like John Taylor from Duran Duran. My son was HOT! He even
> rolled up the sleeves on the jacket like they did. What was
> fascinating to see was the reaction of the girls when he and his mate
> arrived at the party. They flocked to the two boys and were touching
> them and oohing and aahing over them. It was a fine turn of events.
> The boys were eating it up like it was ice cream. When my son's
> girlfriend saw him, her reaction was one of stunned amazement. He was
> much prettier than she was and she's really cute. The scene was the
> same when I arrived back three hours later to collect my kid. He
> sauntered up to me like he was a walking-talking boygod (and he is!).
> His face was flush and he had a shit-eating grin on his face. He went
> over to thank his hostess and I spoke with her parents until his
> friend came running up to me. He was wild eyed and hysterically happy.
> He was probably hopped up on Mountain Dew, he said 'Hi' and gave me an
> enthusiastic hug and then ran off to hug my son before we left. So
> that made my night. My son reported that his friend had broken up with
> his girlfriend at the party that evening because of all the attention
> he was getting from the other girls. No wonder he was so happy! I
> asked my son if he danced. He said, yep, every dance with his
> girlfriend. I asked him if he got a kiss. 'Yeah' he said emphatically,
> 'tons of them!'
>
> That's my boy!
>
> Doc
> NP-f31
>
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