The Cure

Ah, The Cure…

My metal head high school boyfriend Jordin and I, we were both big Cure fans. One night, Elizabeth’s parents were out of town. Elizabeth asked her boyfriend Jon and Jordin and I to spend the night.

Elizabeth and Jon slept downstairs on her parents water-bed. (eeeeeew, they are my second parents, and they fuck on that bed! And they totally fuck a lot. They had a big bottle of baby oil next to the bed, no label. It was totally lube. How could you Elizabeth, how could you?)

Jordin and I spent the night on Elizabeth’s sisters bed. This is why Kristy has the option of fucking on my bed whenever she wants. I owe her one.

We didn’t have sex. We didn’t do anything overtly sexual, really. Just some dry humping, and lots and lots of making out.

Jordin had a Cure remix CD that we played. We made out to the entire cd. Twice.

A few years later, he gave me the CD as a gift. I still have it.

The next morning, Elizabeth and I tried to cook breakfast for our men. We failed horribly. We sucked at making pancakes. I’m still not terribly fantastic. We also tried to cook bacon. Tried is the operative word there. We didn’t realize we had to separate the strips, and we tossed the entire package into the pan.

The boys were kind enough to eat it anyway. For the most part, they generally did what we told them.

Jordin really kicked off my Cure obsession. They were the first band I fell in love too, and the first band I had my heart broken to.