.....When I looked in the mirror

When I looked in a mirror there was a wild black hair proudly standing out of the crowd just under the left of my chin!

"What are you doing there?"  I asked it, "I could use you in my receding hairline!"

And that yellow head, "When did you fester?  I haven't had zits since I was dreaming of my first kiss."

Wrinkles, durned if wrinkles haven't come to perch like crow's feet.  Add bunny lines, cobblestone chin, dimples that aren't dimples, and laugh lines hanging about even though I'm not laughing.  And, I'm not.  

"I want to know," I addressed the face in the mirror, 

"When did I give you permission to do that?"

It didn't answer back.  The eyes rolled at me, exasperated.

"Well, you can roll your eyes at me if you want, but I remember that first date --zits & kiss & all!"

"Let's see..."  and I put my fingr to my chin, "What was his name?' I asked the face in the mirror, " Oh, yes, that was the other John.  He wrote me poems and letters and drew me pictures of Snoopy.  Even decorated my notebook with little puffy love art.  It was all the rage back then, you know, the puffy, cloud-like, pillow way of writing love, and kiss, and girly figure measurements."

"He liked my measurements.  Go ahead, twinkle with all-knowing eyes, it was flattering & fun."  I pursed kissy lips at the mirror.

"Did you know I promised him a kiss?  Yep.  It was a dare.  If he made an A on a test, I'd give him a kiss."

The Rainbow Roller Skating Rink is long gone, along with those bushes behind the stone wall.  Mom and Dad parked out front, 2 spaces right.  We secreted away easy enough.  

I looked back in the mirror.  The eyes were rolling again. 

"Well, what was a girl supposed to do!  He made an A!  Of course, I kissed him!"