July 21, 2005
Today, I remembered the night of my Junior Prom in high school. I was 16 years old and just got my driver's license. I didn't have a fucking clue what I was doing behind the wheel of a car. I was absolute danger on four wheels.
But I asked a girl named Becky to be my date that night, she accepted, and I went to the "Men's Quality" store to buy my duds for that date. I spent two weeks of my own pay for my outfit, but it was worth every penny. I looked like James Bond.
I also bought a $5.00 orchad coursage for her. (That was a LOT of money back in those days.) When I came to pick her up for the dance, her mama answered the door and welcomed me inside. I was still frightened to death by wimmen in those days, and when Becky emerged in a long, flowing green dress, I almost shit my pants. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL!!!
Plus, that dress had a plunging neckline and I had never noticed before that Becky was blessed with a set of bodacious ta-tas. Her mama wanted to take a picture of me pinning that flower on her dress.
I tried, but I chickened out. The closer I got to those lovely boobs, the more my hands started to shake and I knew good and well that I couldn't do it. I'd stick her in the tit and ruin the entire evening. I thought of an alternate plan. (It was those BOOBS, goddamit! I never knew that Becky was so stacked!)
I asked her mama to pin the flower on Becky. She did, and then we had our picture taken. I managed to drive us both to the dance and then to Shoney's afterward for some Hot Fudge Cake. I got her home safe and sound and got a really nice good-night kiss in the bargain.
Heh. The difference between then and now is amazing when I think about it.
*L* I bet you were shakin' in your shoes!! I can see ya now,,,
Yea now you wouldnt have to worry about impailing her tit with the corsage pin. They would probably be pierced already and she would enjoy it. Kids now days sheesh.
Becky who? We are coming to Sav saturday. Do you want to play golf at Black Creek saturday afternoon or Sunday morning?
I remember those days, I could go to a movie and take the date to Carey Hilliards for a nice dinner (to me) for $10 bucks). It was great!
This may seem kinda silly, but do they still have drive-in movies anywhere in the south? I remember going to some with my folks when I was a little girl, when they used to have the speaker dealie-bob that hooked on your rolled down window. I remember one movie in particular, Walking Tall, with Buford Pusser. I have never forgotten that movie.
Hey, Alaska Kim, there is only one drive-in left in the states now, it's in Granbury Tx. One of my sons lives there and goes once in a while.
The HELL ya say chablis, you mean to tell me my son LIED to me!!
Thanks Kenway, that's good to know. I'm from San Antonio origionally, and might have to make a trip back to Texas in the fall. I'd love to go to a drive in while there just for the heck of it, before they all close down someday.
Might also make a side trip to Savannah to take Rob down a peg or two. Someone's gotta do it!!
So tell us the difference, that would be interesting, although I suspect your readers already know.
Oh come on, I thought that Cat would beat me to this easy one.........did ya ever fuck her?
A few of you mentioned drive-in movies (sorry, off topic). I go to one about 20 miles away and the one where my parents met each other in the 50's is still going strong (the 49er in Chesterton, IN). Here is a web site giving info on all the drive-ins in the U.S.
There are several!
Got-Dam! I write a post about my chickenshitery over pinning a flower to my Junior Prom date, and you assholes turn my comments into a fucking chat-room about drive-in movies.
I've TOLD YOU PEOPLE BEFORE!!!
Use your goddam email for that shit. Don't do it here.. Keep it up and I'm gonna ban you.
To get this back on topic, I offer an important question.
How does a high school boy who isn't legally blind NOT NOTICE that a girl is stacked?
There have been times when it has been fashionable for stacked high school girls to wear de-emphesizing bras and loose blice. Made it harder to notice, except for the one with the odd tendency to randomly just happen to stretch and yawn when he glanced her way.
Any healthy young man should have an accurate mental picture of the size, shape and heft (weight/density) of the breasts of every young woman he sees on a regular basis. I went to HS in the 80's, a baggy clothes era.
I was going to ignore it, but... please re-examine the plural of 'blouse'. You're not half as clever as you think you are.