steady boyfriend, plus I cruised at the bookmobile, got kissed by a boy vampire, hooked up with boys at sleepovers, and got crushes on any number of grownups.
But the most obviously erotic of my crushes was on Randy.
He was a Denkmann School celebrity, one of those golden boys who seem perfect in every way. Tall, lean, muscular, tanned, with wavy hair and bright eyes and a smile. Good at schoolwork, good at sports, plus friendly to everybody, just plain nice.
How hard is it to be a muscle god and nice at the same time?
But he was way out of my league. A year ahead of me in school, almost two years older, with "grown up" friends and activities.
And he was hit on by everybody all the time: boys, girls, teachers, parents, puppy dogs. He had a dozen invitations every weekend.
How could I ever break through Randy's army of admirers and incite his interest enough to ask him to play, or get comic books, or go to a movie downtown?
The rest of the story, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.