Dating in the 60's had its exhilarations and anxieties--mostly because I was subject to the woes and uncertainties of a teenager. (Pimples!)
Once I left my "good girl" persona at home in my ballerina decorated bedroom and moved into a dorm, life became an adventure. While I still thought of them as boys, the males were suddenly men. More manly. Exploration ensued. Girls became womanly. Sex, drugs and rock & roll commingled with anti-war politics, feminist and civil rights demonstrations and mind expanding college classes.
Now, as a Senior in the Sixties age bracket, dating is confusing and exciting. Pick up lines adjusted for age: "Where's your husband? Do you have a boyfriend? Would you like to have lunch after church?" lead equally to the realization: This guy is hitting on me. Still, if he's a hot ticket item . . . Laughing and teasing and--dare I admit it--sweet kisses remind me of being a teenager. Of course the old questions of "how do I look" and "What will he think about (fill in the blank)" are quick at hand.
Sex, drugs and rock & roll aren't the same.
The drugs tend to be blood pressure and diabetes control meds. Arthritis in the knees has taken the bounce out of rock'n'roll. Sex--well, we shall see. One night stands have lost their appeal, replaced by romance. It may be that around the bend the old familiar path is taking a new twist.
(Cue: "Do the Twist")
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Once I left my "good girl" persona at home in my ballerina decorated bedroom and moved into a dorm, life became an adventure. While I still thought of them as boys, the males were suddenly men. More manly. Exploration ensued. Girls became womanly. Sex, drugs and rock & roll commingled with anti-war politics, feminist and civil rights demonstrations and mind expanding college classes.
Now, as a Senior in the Sixties age bracket, dating is confusing and exciting. Pick up lines adjusted for age: "Where's your husband? Do you have a boyfriend? Would you like to have lunch after church?" lead equally to the realization: This guy is hitting on me. Still, if he's a hot ticket item . . . Laughing and teasing and--dare I admit it--sweet kisses remind me of being a teenager. Of course the old questions of "how do I look" and "What will he think about (fill in the blank)" are quick at hand.
Sex, drugs and rock & roll aren't the same.
The drugs tend to be blood pressure and diabetes control meds. Arthritis in the knees has taken the bounce out of rock'n'roll. Sex--well, we shall see. One night stands have lost their appeal, replaced by romance. It may be that around the bend the old familiar path is taking a new twist.
(Cue: "Do the Twist")