The prettiest girl I ever kissed grabbed me by my collar outside a bar in East Nashville and threw me up against the driver side window of her car. She held me there so I couldn’t move. She was four inches shorter than me. She was very strong. Her name was Lulu.
Lulu said, “Do you want to kiss me?”
I said, “OK.”
She started kissing me. I kissed her back—mostly because I didn’t know what else to do. Pretty soon we were full-on making out on her car. It was the dead of winter. I was freezing.
Lulu sensed that I was uncomfortable. She said, “You don’t have to be nervous.”
I said, “I’m not nervous at all. I just hate it when people make out in public. And now we are those people.”
She told me I couldn’t come over because she worked in the morning. I said, “OK.” She gave me her phone number and drove off. I never saw her again!
I think about Lulu sometimes. Lulu, where are you?