Mr. Disneyland

I met Mr. Disneyland the summer before my Senior year of high school.  I went to an all girl catholic high school and he went to out brother school, the all boy catholic high school a few blocks away.  He was a cute, but dorky kid that was friends with a guy my friend dated for a while.  We met at a beach party that our junior class ASBs threw as and end of the year bash.    There was something about him that always captivated me, however he never really saw me like that.  The second time we met was at my birthday pool party, because his friend came to see my friend.  He brought me a little cake to say happy birthday and I thought it was the cutest thing ever.  We chatted on aim throughout senior year and flirting was exchanged, but nothing real came of it.  

Every year high school seniors are invited to attend grad night at disneyland.  Grad night is awesome because the park is closed from 11pm to 7am and only high school seniors are let into the park, so as you can imagine it's a crazy night with lots of hooking up.  My girls and I ran into Mr. Disneyland and a few other guys from our brother school.  We all decided to hit up the haunted mansion together.  As we all waited in line he and I talked about how we'd been and how excited we were to be graduation in a few weeks.  He asked if I wanted to ride with him and I said sure.  We got into our seats and continued talking.  He asked why we never hung out anymore, I kinda laughed and replied we never hung out.  We chatted a bit more till he asked if he could kiss me and I said sure so we started making out.  (Mind you this was my first kiss)  His hands began to wonder across my breasts and down my pants.  At one point he took my hand and guided me down his pants.  The ride ended our group met up together again.  Us girls decided to go our separate was.  We exchanged hugs and he grabbed my ass as I walked away.  I can still tell you what I was wearing that night . . . a stripped three quarter length polo shirt and lei jeans.  I kept that shirt for so long just because it reminded me of him.  I think I ended up telling my friend at 7am that my jaw really hurt as we walked back to the busses.  She looked and me and I just smiled and she knew.  I'm pretty sure she punched me after that and asked why I hadn't told her earlier, I just smiled.  This is why I can say that Disneyland truly is the happiest place on earth.  Every time I drive through Anaheim I smile to myself and the memory of Mr. Disneyland and my first kiss.