Before Black was Goth

There was Robert Smith and The Cure.  And black was just cool, dammit.  Especially BLACK EYEBROWS and blonde tendrils at the Christmas Formal when you are 14.

This is Antonio.  My first love.  My first kiss.  And my first heartbreak.  And I will learn all the words to Pictures of You and look at this picture 8,000 times as I wail into the night "i've been looking so long at these pictures of you that i almost belive that they're real i've been living so long with my pictures of you that i almost believe that the pictures are all i can feel.."  I'm really excited he agreed to go to the formal with me.  Can you tell?  No one has EVER touched my boob before, and I might just let him if he wanted to. Okay, who are we kidding...there isn't really much of a boob yet to touch...but I'm down, if he's down.  Turns out he's just not into me, or my boob.  I think maybe he's just intimidated by my eyebrows.  We were 'going out' all of maybe 12 days.  And when he left me started ignoring me, the only person who could console my fragile broken heart was Robert Smith.  God bless him.

   

And this is Darren two years my senior at my Junior prom.  He has about as much of a shot at getting lucky as Mr. Stoned Chucks from the year before.  Later that night, he would check us into a Travel Lodge (with another couple friend of ours) and then LEAVE ME in the middle of the night to 'go see about something'.  He never came back.  I sat up alone in my queen sized bed sipping Boones Farm Strawberry Hill while my friends made-out in the bed next to me.  It had to be the dress...

PS.  As if Modern Bride wasn't enough ego-stroking...NieNie is doing some more.  I've asked my agent Marley to hold all my calls this afternoon, so just give me a few days to let this soak in - it's just a bit too much today, you know, being (air quotes) SELF-EMPLOYED and all.