Preadolescent Prescience

When I was in middle school, I would stay overnight at my friend Lisa's house and for reasons that were then and are now a mystery to me, we would kiss the posters of TV stars that were hanging on her wall. Although I didn't then and do not now enjoy the taste of paper, I returned many times because I did enjoy the part where the lights went off and she laid in the top bunk and I laid in the bottom bunk and we talked about going to New York City and being cool when we grew up.

She varied between kissing Parker Stevenson, Leif Garrett and Sean Cassidy, but although I was a big Andy Gibb fan, I always, always, always made out with Dan Haggerty. Yes, indeedy folks, I repeatedly chose to fake kiss a 2-D Grizzly Addams, facial hair be damned.

Eventually the posters got white blank spaces where the mouths belonged, Lisa went to school and told everyone I was a "lezzie"(well before I knew), and the sleepovers stopped. Tonight, though, it all came full circle when Jane and I ordered two vials of the sperm of a man who says, "I used to think I wanted to grow up to be a mountain man".

Am I psychic or what???