I feel
JUST a little bit juvenile at the moment. For three reasons:
ONE: I in fact have a hickeyTWO: I still think they are [disgusting/funny/nasty/hilarious/ridiculous].THREE: I got caught at work with one
(it was basically on my shoulder and tough to hide)...and it reminded me of the first Hickey offense.
I was 16, it was summer. Saturday the third of July. I had been out with my friend Jessica, her oh sooo cute older cousin who was in town for a week and a boy named Dan.
We had gone to the county fair, played cards and spent the evening hanging out and enjoying ourselves. After Dan took off, I figured it was my time to make an exit. The red jeep wrangler I was driving was parked out front and calling my name.

It was hard to leave.
I wanted to spend time with Cody. We had
really hit it off. and had barely a moment to ourselves. I was such a permanent fixture at Jessica’s it wouldn’t have been weird to stay; my parents might not have suspected anything.
Somehow in my gut I knew if I didn’t leave I would not get any time alone with the boy of the moment.
So I headed out. Jessica and Cody followed me out. We were talking about how
we needed to make plans for the rest of the week, summer was fading fast blah blah blah...she seemed like she was ready to go- ending the conversation, trying to get back in the house, curious why Cody was lingering. And I was giving her
THE look.
The leave me alone with your cousin LOOK.
The let me have a shot at this look.
The go inside now or we won't be best friends LOOK.She did-Dutifully. After she realized I was edging on a moment.
There we were.
Anxious. Excited. anticipating what was to come.
He walked me around to the driver side of the jeep
{my siblings and I all shared the car and for years is was simply referred to as The Jeep}. I lingered by the door. He said it had been a pleasure to spend the evening with me. I was so easily flattered. He hugged me. Held me at the waist. His hands resting on my curve, he stared down into my eyes.
I shied away, not sure whether I could trust him or myself.
His hand touched my arm. Brushed its way up my shoulder to the nape of my neck.
He grabbed me, pulled me in and kissed me. I will always remember the rush of his lips on mine. gentle, hungry, fumbling. Or the way I
melted in his arms- leaning into the car door to support myself. The heat of his body against mine.
I had kissed other
boys. But they were boys and their kissed didn't count.
Cody was a man and he kissed me.
He kissed me good and long and hard. When I got home I had the hickey to prove it.
I scrambled in the dark house.
What was I to do? A
cold spoon…ice…heat…pressure… nothing was working.
I was a minimalist 16 year old girl. Cover-up wasn’t in my make up repertoire. I knew I was in trouble when my dad found out. How was I going to hide
THIS mark?
The questions flooded my mind- Had he sucked on my neck, had he kissed me behind the ear, had we kissed that long?
I couldn’t remember. It was all such a
blur. How had I let this happen?
I went to bed, determined it couldn’t be any worse in the morning.
Boy was I wrong. It was darker more like a bruise and impossible to hide.
So I wore my hair down to church the next day. I slouched a little. Tried not to move. It worked for a while. Until Vaunn {my dad’s close friend} came up behind me, flipped my hair away and smiled.
“What’s this?” he asked
“Ummmm, I don’t know” I replied & smiled nervously.
He laughed knowing the worst was to come. My dad quick to follow grabbed me by the back of my neck. I instinctively pulled my shoulders inward arched my back to try to loosen his grip.
That was the end of it. I was grounded, on the 4th of July. I was on house arrest, no visitors, no calls, cut off from the world.
So the 4th of July came and went. The fireworks faded. The BBQ was over. Cody was gone. never to been seen again.
It's funny how some things stay with us- moments burned into our memories never to be for gotten.
It's funny how some things never change.
So here I am. Ten years later desperate for a cold spoon or some cover up-probably about time I added some to my makeup bag.
♥ Single Girl
Diane if you read this, PLEASE don't tell my mom.