Remembering Rhythm & Blues: Ready or Not, It's After 7

Ready or Not, It's After 7

I have a strange love affair with one of my favorite groups, After 7. Their music came at a time when I believe the year was 1989, I was nine years old, and totally in "love" with this little boy named... Well let's leave his name out of this. He was the cutest shade of caramel, short, and so bossy. I remember every time we played together, he had to call the shots. Any how, the boy and I met through our parents because my mom and his mom were really good friends and neighbors. So one night, his mom needed to work late and naturally, my mom thought it would be cool to allow him to spend the night. Bad move. In the Heat Of The Moment, while my sisters slept in the same room, he and I stayed up half the night flirting with one another. Being an aggressive young girl (or as my mom would say, fassy may) I'd kiss him and he'd fumble around looking (unsuccessfully) for my 'pleasure palace'. I woke up the next day smiling about our little secret, yet wondering if anyone heard or saw any of last nights' adventures. Looking back on it, I don't know WHAT my mom was thinking. She thought by having my other sisters in there, we'd keep away from one another. HA! Afterwards, guess what was on my mind... When can I have more Nights Like This?

To be continued....