I have titled this # 1 because it was the first of “several” bad dates that I endured during my early years. It all started because I was trying to be a gentleman. Honest. It was a dark and stormy night. I was a senior in high school and there were two freshman girls stranded at school after a pep meeting. I volunteered to take them home. Honest.
For sake of clarity I shall identify them as girl “A” and girl “B”. I dropped off girl “A” first. As a true gentleman I waited till her father opened the door and let her in the house. Her father was a teacher at the high school but I had never had him as a teacher. Anything that he had heard about me was pure hearsay. Honest. As he let her in the house, I saw him shade his eyes and look at me. I was driving a Packard automobile that looked like a gangster car. I am sure that his mind raced with wild “untrue” thoughts.
I proceeded to take girl “B” home. As I pulled into her driveway, her father came running out of the house. He opened her door, grabbed her by the arm and said, “You get into the house young lady”. He then looked at me and said, “you, you son-of-a-***** get out of here. As I have said before, I am not the sharpest nail in the keg but I understood what he meant.
It took a minute or so to let it sink in just what had happened. Girl “A’s” father had called girl “B’s” father and told him that his daughter was in a car with a known sex offender, or something else. The poor girl was embarrassed to death and apologized profusely to me the next day. I just laughed it off like it happened all the time. Honest.
Believe it or not, this is a true story. Dal
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