I was the total opposite of a suave iron jawed jock in my youth, I was so much of a sensitive, baby faced, artsy boy during my 14 to 18 years I often felt insecure of the way I was.
Sometimes I would attempt to change my persona in public and fail miserably.
No matter how hard I tried to put on a façade my shell was transparent.
Prince would have been proud of me for the clothes I wore.
I LMAO looking at my teen year photos, from my perspective back then, a purple Nehru jacket with a scarf was conservative attire.
My older brother was everything I wasn't, Prom King, three star athlete, with a whole school of Hot women who wanted him for their steady man.
Our home had a revolving door of Gals visiting my brother and his jerk off jock friends.
More times than I could count, or possibly remember, an athlete or cheerleader Gal friend of my brother would seduce me for a night, extremely rare two nights.
Beach week was a great time, my brother would get me my own room, and I would let it be known my door was unlocked for any Gal who wanted to visit in the middle of the night.
A few times one of the fast gals would give me a quick fuck me when her friends and my brother went on a beer run. like I was a piece in her drive by sex game.
When I was 16-17, No matter how many times I asked one of those older Gals who had taken advantage of my good nature to go to a movie or a concert with me, I was turned down every time.
I'll never forget how bad it hurt when I wrote a love song to a cheerleader friend of my brother. She had fucked me the night before.
After listening to me singing to her with sincere thoughts from my heart, she said "cute",
jumped in her car and left.
With my fake ID I could pick up older College Gals at local clubs but they usually found out too fast I was under 18 and our blast wouldn't last.
I was the epitome of fucked and dumped.
I was shucked more often than Oysters at American Legion picnics.
I certainly wasn't complaining about the sex at that time in my life, but in my mind I was longing for a steady Gal who would slow down and have some everyday fun in public with me.
I distinctly remember, when I was 16, fantasizing day after day, about going for a walk in the park with a steady GF, though I had an abundance of part time gals I had never had a steady GF.
I had it in my mind Girls my age were too immature to deal with, never realizing I was the immature one.
When I first heard "Red Corvette" I wondered if Prince had an older brother or he knew about my life as a young teen.
It all worked out in the long run, I went to a class reunion with my brother a few years ago.
I acted like I didn't remember any of the gals who took advantage of me, even if I did remember them.
Almost all of his jock friends who used to pick on me incessantly were terribly out of shape but still big dumb dorks, and I'm no longer the skinny dweeb I was back then.
I'm also no longer the ultra sensitive little guy I was in my teens , but I couldn't help but shed silent tears more than a few times, thinking of Prince dying long before his time.
I usually don't care when someone I've never met moves on to death, with Prince it seems like a close relative of mine has died.
Funny how Karma works.
Now I have a beautiful young GF who loves to fuck and she enjoys walking with me in the Park.
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