I was 14 and madly in love with a boy called John. I won't go into his surname - rumour has it that he's now a very well-known photographer living with a gorgeous woman in Sweden. She might even be his wife.
Anyway - I was madly in love with John and he was the first 'boyfriend' that came to my house to visit me.
I think he might have been trying to set a mood of sorts and brought along with him his Air Supply LP. Actually it wasn't his - it was his older brother's, but anyway.
It was all a bit awkward, because he had this love-sick-puppy-dog look and all he wanted to do was stare into my eyes. Which looking back at what happened next was what he perhaps should have stayed doing.
He kept rubbing my arms and every time he came closer to try kiss me, I would turn my head and his mouth would clumsily hit my neck or cheek. It's not that I didn't want to be kissed, it was just that I had a little brother running around the house and I knew that should he walk in while this was happening, he would embarrass me and then there was also the small issue of John's breath smelling rather strongly of compost. And not fresh compost either.
Eventually he put his hands on the side of my face and pulled me towards him & just went ahead and stuck his tongue in my mouth! Between his smelly breath and the hot, furry texture of his tongue, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me and pushed him away. The LP had at this crucial moment, got stuck & in the background - while Dear John pleaded with me to kiss him - was Air Supply hopping on about making love out of nothing at all.
I was only 14, but up until that point, I had loved that song so much & he ruined it for me! I have hated that song ever since. It just gives me a really creepy feeling.