My first love was named Albie. I met him the day that he and his friend Scott dared each other to wear only bikini underwear and make phone calls from the phone booth in front of the local movie theater.
He had bleached white hair, surfed and skimboarded (I grew up in Santa Cruz) and sang in a punk band.
He was outrageous and creative and I adored him.
He took me to the prom in an ice cream truck. He actually hired the ice cream man to chauffeur us around for the night. I’ll never forget the feeling of being piled on laps amidst the popsicles and ice cream sandwiches…
I love this story! I love the photo too!
I would love to hear more…brings back my own memories of my first love:)
prom in an ice cream truck? how amazing!!!
I had a friend who hired the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile for the prom! Personally, I’d take ice cream over hot dogs any day.
Now that’s romance! Fun, quirky, and memorable is the way to go.
Awesome. I met my first “love” when I was in the third grade. He walked me home from school every day and I pretended to be so scandalized when he said “heck”–but really I liked it. Those were the days.