March 4, 2009
March 4th puts me in mind of my first real boyfriend, E.
From 14 to 17 we were an item. We used to go religiously to the local disco every Friday night. There the drama of teenage social rules and regulations was played out in painful detail as the DJ played They Shoot Horses Don’t They over and over and over again.
I still know him because I stayed friendly with his sister who was my brother’s girlfriend around the same time. They managed a re-run a couple of years ago when they met again after marriages, divorces, children etc.
From 14 to 17 we were an item. We used to go religiously to the local disco every Friday night. There the drama of teenage social rules and regulations was played out in painful detail as the DJ played They Shoot Horses Don’t They over and over and over again.
I still know him because I stayed friendly with his sister who was my brother’s girlfriend around the same time. They managed a re-run a couple of years ago when they met again after marriages, divorces, children etc.
