so you wanna hear about my first kiss, eh?
when i said 'sweet sixteen', i meant it.

cast yourself about 31 days past my sixteenth birthday...
into October somewhere...
slow the rhythm, throw in a disco ball riveting spangles into the darkened, bar-laced scruffy gym walls...
add some hectically gyrating teens under the flare of light over there...
hear strained music through rumpling loudspeakers...
feel the smoothed boards whopping underfoot...
then pan out towards the unholy-flourencent rectangle of an entrance into said school gym....
and two figures midway, silhouetted starkly...

see a tom-boy girl, quite enarmoured by the affection displayed her by one tall, dark and unspotty teen male...
see him reach towards her...
see her hesitate and then step forward boldly, to meet him one-on-one...
see him cup the back of her head in his palm and draw her towards him...
see her fists wedged instinctively between their chests...
see her questioning gaze begin to squint as his mouth descends towards hers...
and hear the stagger-bang-clang as his body windmills backwards into bars, barbels and balls...
her undercut punch having sent him reeling and inadequately flailing for balance...
a true sucker-punch!

bloody hell!
the audacity!!
to stick his tongue into her mouth!!!

where the hell is romance in that...!