My most memorable date was with a man I'll refer to as LB. It was late in my sixteenth year, LB was three years older than I. LB was hot and had an even hotter car- a red and white sixties model Ford Fairlane. I was ecstatic when he asked me to go out with him-my girlfriends were going to be so jealous!
On the way to the movie I decided LB might not be all I expected him to be. Maybe that was because he showed up in a red suit that matched his car-one that was specially made just for him. Or maybe it was the white blousy shirt and matching scarf. Okay, it was the late seventies, so maybe not all that crazy to some. However, to me it was clear that LB was very into himself, and REALLY loved his car. By the time we reached the movie theater it was raining. LB gathered his umbrella, shielding HIS head as we walked towards the building. Once inside, the first thing he did was check to make certain he had not gotten his hair wet. I honestly cannot remember what movie we watched, hopefully he sprang for popcorn so the evening wasn't a total loss, again I do not recall.
By the time the movie let out the rain had passed, but small puddles still pooled in the parking lot. Once inside the car LB turned the key, but the engine refused to start. To my utter delight LB then had to scoot under the car to fix whatever it was that kept it from starting, so much for him not getting wet. I wonder if he was able to hear the giggles that escaped me, as I heard him banging on the undercarriage of the car.
While he was not happy, he did shake it off, and stay in good spirits for the drive home. At one point he commented to me that I did not need to sit so far away. A comment I pretended not to hear. It was a bench seat and I had pressed myself against the passenger door, having no desire to get any closer than necessary during the drive home. Something good did come of that night, as LB taught me a cute limerick on the way home. Funny, I still remember how it goes. Be warned, it's not for the faint of heart.
I'm standing over my dead dog Rover that I overran with the mower.
One leg is missing the other is gone.
One leg is scattered all over the lawn.
I'm standing over my dead dog Rover that I overran with the mower.
What a memorable ending to my date with the hot guy...Thanks for the memories LB.
On the way to the movie I decided LB might not be all I expected him to be. Maybe that was because he showed up in a red suit that matched his car-one that was specially made just for him. Or maybe it was the white blousy shirt and matching scarf. Okay, it was the late seventies, so maybe not all that crazy to some. However, to me it was clear that LB was very into himself, and REALLY loved his car. By the time we reached the movie theater it was raining. LB gathered his umbrella, shielding HIS head as we walked towards the building. Once inside, the first thing he did was check to make certain he had not gotten his hair wet. I honestly cannot remember what movie we watched, hopefully he sprang for popcorn so the evening wasn't a total loss, again I do not recall.
By the time the movie let out the rain had passed, but small puddles still pooled in the parking lot. Once inside the car LB turned the key, but the engine refused to start. To my utter delight LB then had to scoot under the car to fix whatever it was that kept it from starting, so much for him not getting wet. I wonder if he was able to hear the giggles that escaped me, as I heard him banging on the undercarriage of the car.
While he was not happy, he did shake it off, and stay in good spirits for the drive home. At one point he commented to me that I did not need to sit so far away. A comment I pretended not to hear. It was a bench seat and I had pressed myself against the passenger door, having no desire to get any closer than necessary during the drive home. Something good did come of that night, as LB taught me a cute limerick on the way home. Funny, I still remember how it goes. Be warned, it's not for the faint of heart.
I'm standing over my dead dog Rover that I overran with the mower.
One leg is missing the other is gone.
One leg is scattered all over the lawn.
I'm standing over my dead dog Rover that I overran with the mower.
What a memorable ending to my date with the hot guy...Thanks for the memories LB.
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