I look to self-publish my media memoir “Raised on the Radio” in 2026. Here’s a tease of something that’ll be in it.
This excerpt rolls back to my days of teenage lust in high school.
The fall of 1975 thru the spring of 1979 might’ve been a sweet spot in the sexual revolution, but me and most of my friends had our sex gears stuck in neutral. At teen parties, the farthest we might go with a girl was a few stolen kisses in someone’s paneled basement or rec room after a few cans of Old Style beer.
My senior high school picture. Just an average teenager. Got my teeth fixed a couple years later.
We weren’t afraid of the fairer sex, just a little hesitant to get out of the gate. Things at times were more formal and less rushed. Years later, it was no wonder that movies like “American Pie” and “Superbad” resonated so well with me.
I had a few dates in high school but my love train was slow in departing the station depot. Meatloaf once sang a song that summed up my relationship with girls back then, “All Revved Up with No Place to Go.”
Stolen kisses like this one shown in the movie “Superbad” were an occasional happening.
The truth is we guys were curious, lustful and unsure of our skills in the romance department. Bob Seger best described what us wannabe studs and the fairer sex were up to back then, “Working on mysteries without any clues.”
Years ago, I took all this angst and frustration in good humor, joking, “I got my share of girls, but my share was so little.” The good news is things got better as time went on. If I were to compare my life with the opposite sex to a movie character, it would be Jon Fareau’s portrayal of a love seeking comedian in “Swingers.” Except I’ve never scored Heather Graham’s phone number. (So far)
Jon Favreau & Heather Graham in “Swingers.”
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