On Mon, 25 Oct 2010 19:47:58 -0400,
dudewiththe(REMOVE)hair@hushmail.com wrote:
>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
Dear Doc,
I must confess reading your letter made me rather melancholy. How
very sad it is, however normal (if you'll excuse my use of this
questionable term) it is for a maturing boy, to see him draw away from
you and take greater interest in his peers and girls, leaving you the
meager consolation of observing him from a distance. Much better to
have and hold and squeeze and give him kisses yourself!
By such longing and regret would I be slain!
And was.
Sincerely,
V
God Save the Queen.
God Bless the Prince of Wales.
God Preserve the Windsors.
Rule Britannia!
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