I thought I would be ready to start going through the whole timeline of what happened. I'm still going to do it. But, I've been hesitating all morning. I don't know why, but I'm having a very hard time with the actual telling of the events.
But, here goes.
My boyfriend, at the time, was my first boy friend. He was very special to me since I had left the area I grew up in and was now in a high school where I did not know anyone. I was slow to make friends and was not popular. So, when Michael came around I was very happy. I needed to feel like someone cared.
We were together for a good while and eventually went to the Senior Prom. It was all quite nice. Michael was going to enlist in the Marines, after graduation and I was very worried about what would happen. He assured me it would be OK and to show me he meant it, he told me he would give me his GTO to have and use until he came home. That was a big deal. His car, was his love.
Fast forward ahead. One spring day,in May 1972, we ended up checking in to the Eden Roc Hotel for the day. We were just kicked back, on the bed, watching TV and enjoying the ocean view. We laid on the bed together and just talked. I asked him if he still had that condom in his car. He said he did and he was out the door in a flash.
Needless to say, we were both clumsy and unprepared. But, it was a start. Sadly, neither of us thought about a condom being kept in a car for a very long time, in S. Florida. Yes, it broke. The heat got to it.
When we realized what happened he asked me if there was something we could do. Of course we had no idea. But, neither of us were freaking out. So, we talked some more, showers were taken, and we checked out.
He took me to dinner and then drove me home. Kisses were given and the night ended.
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