I have a confession to make, my Prom Queen became a phone sex girl. How do I know this? Well, one day I dialled a wrong number and to my utter astonishment, I heard the dulcet tones of the girl I had loved all my teenage life. Tiffany-Jane was a special girl; and I considered myself to be doubly lucky to have gone out with her through high school. I always remember our prom night, the great band, the stolen drinks, and the way my girl looked on the night. She was a stunner, that’s for sure!

They say that guys never remember what their girlfriends wore on special occasions, like prom nights and anniversaries, but I remember Tiffany-Janes’ burnished red taffeta dress. And she wore long scarlet gloves, black stockings and a nose ring with her initials in sparkling diamante flakes. That girl rocked the Casbah, everyone was impressed and came up and told us just how good she looked. I was drooling into my vodka and Pepsi. I was so excited I felt like I had grown an extra leg. The dancing was totally wicked; and the warm perfume of her body close to mine was like a narcotic.

My Prom Queen Became a Phone Sex Girl

Tiffany-Jane and I had not had sex at that time, well, we had not gone all the way, anyway. We had French kissed until our lips were bruised and swollen. We had done dry runs, thrusting pelvis’s into layers of thin fabric until we knew the contours of each other’s body like a pilot knows his home runway. But we had not done the business; sometimes I was so sore after a session with Tiffany-Jane that I struggled to walk home afterwards. Blue was not my favourite colour at that time. I had set myself to do the deed on prom night, no matter what eventuated. It turned out unlike anything I had planned.

On the way to our spot in Mountview Hill, after the prom, my car hit another car; and Tiffany-Jane was permanently paralysed from the waist down. I tried to stay in touch, but with all the rehabilitation and how her parents felt about me we lost contact. I moved away for a few years and started a new life in another town. I married another woman and settled down for a number of years. My marriage failed and I returned to the town where I was from. You can imagine my surprise one night when I was feeling lonely and called this number, to hear the voice of my Tiffany telling me how pleased she was to hear from me. I am not sure whether she knew who I actually was. Prom Queen memories eh?

Unfortunately, it probably is. Kids these days are more sexually active than ever before and so, quite likely, to pick up a dose of gonorrhoea or chlamydia. So, a clutch and a flower might not be the only things you take home with you after the prom. Sexual diseases are not signs of moral decay or turpitude; they are biological responses to shared sexual activity. Wearing a condom and/or dam can greatly reduce the chances o

f picking up a sexual disease. Sexually Transmitted Infections (STIs) are not the end of the world, they are the beginning.

Let’s face it, kids do not have a great deal of choice in all this. Their bodies and their hormones are genetically configured at this time of their life to propel them into sexual action. It is all about pro- creation; morality will always come a poor second to biological imperatives. It is not about getting things right, doing the right thing, being perfect or any such nonsense. Love and life are like runaway trains on a collision course with others of the same vintage. An STI here or there is not going to bring down the government. In the words of that famous song, “relax don’t do it, let yourself come.”

Prom Night Is Not the Night to Get a Sexual Disease

Teenage emotions reach a pinnacle around prom night and yet it’s all so innocent. However, for a few teenagers, the addiction of romantic love and sexual urges consume their minds. It’s a very vulnerable time. We all need to look after our children with sensitivity, and teenage children are more highly strung than at any other time in their lives. Gynaecologists can lend a helping hand after-the-fact; and they themselves, in my experience, operate with a great deal of sensitivity. As parents, we sometimes wish that our children did not need to go through the things that we ourselves went through, but this is wrong.

We must all experience life for ourselves, there are no shortcuts when it comes to love and life. No matter what those advertisements always say, we cannot circumnavigate the hard realities of love, sex and marriage. Diamond rings, mortgage loans and lover’s locks are all material things, supposedly important to love and relationships, but in reality they are empty pieces of stuff. People are what matter and their interactions are special; young love on prom night included.