The year was 1984. I was barely seven summers old. But I still remember how my first sensual (NOT SEXUAL) experience felt like.
My dad's work compelled him to bring home lots of gruffy-looking guys to have dinner with us. Mom hated it coz she had to prepare everything. I loved it for reasons I didn't know then.
One time, my dad brought home one of his subordinates for some late-night work. I've met him once before during a visit to my dad's workplace. He looked quite dirty then so I never bothered to talk to him (I liked talking to grown-ups when I was a kid). But when dad invited him over for dinner he looked just the opposite: clean and yummy-looking. I was mesmerized! I spent the next hour drooling at him over dinner.
In the next few days, I couldn't understand why I would lie face down on the bed everyday and imagine him being auctioned off naked to a bunch of ogling women (just like that scene from Buck Rogers). It was only when I was a little older that I realized I had the hots for him.
Too bad we moved long before I was old enough to tell him I liked him.
Wherever you are now, Buck, be glad to know that you're the first guy who ever made my pink heart flutter?