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When I was a young man, I was somewhat gullible. So, why would I not believe that she really wanted to kiss me? The group of onlookers should not have been a hint that I was being set up. The fact that she kept giggling as she led me away shouldn’t have been a hint. No, she really liked me, and she really wants to be my girlfriend.
That’s what she told me, and that’s what I believed. So we walked up some stairs, away from, but still within eye shot of the crowd. She touched my cheek, and caressed my face. Oh man, this girl is going to let me kiss her for real, yo! She put an arm around my neck and came in closer. Confident now that this was going to happen, I put my arms around her and pulled her close.
I started coming towards her face and her lips. I closed my eyes, and that’s when I felt it. This woman jammed her knee right smack into my nutsack! I opened my eyes as I collapsed to the floor. All you heard from the on lookers was “Ohhhhhhh!” That along with some uncontrollable laughter. She looked at me, smiled and walked away.
As I lay there on my knees, writhing in pain, I wanted to kick the crap out of her. I was so humiliated, but more than that, I was in terrible pain. Those of you that have been hit in the jewels know what I’m saying. It never feels good, but imagine how it felt, when my eyes were closed and I was bracing for a kiss!
I’ve never forgotten how she kneed me in the nuts, and I’ve never forgotten how lucky she is that I would not put hands on a woman. Though I think we can all agree that she definitely deserved it!
Growing Up Bronx