Bodacious Boomer

When I was in high school I had friends and I dated. I don’t think I was considered a “nerd”. I always thought I was kinda average in most respects. I went to the prom with Richard, a senior from another school I’d been dating for 6 months or so. We had matching outfits made for the after-prom party. White pants and vests with big blue paisleys on them. (I guess that really was kinda nerdy.) As far as I know, no photos of those outfits still exist thank God. Anyway, after the party we went back to his house since his folks were away for the weekend. I really don’t know what everyone else did that night, however, we did nothing. I stand corrected. We did alot of kissing and tonsil examinations. We laid on his bed together, but all most of our clothes stayed on. (The shoes came off.) All hands stayed on top of the clothes. I haven’t taken a poll (However, my 40th reunion is in Oct. so I might then.), about what everyone else did on prom night, but I’m guessing that what we did was pretty tame. We were going to “wait” until we got to college. So we both left for UT still virgins.

When I was at UT I lived in a private dorm off campus. I never really thought much about it at the time however, looking back, I guess it was a lot nicer than most. Laurie and I had a three bedroom suite, with our own bathroom and little kitchen to whip up snacks. We converted the third bedroom into a small living room.  Laurie was pledging a sorority. In fact, most of the freshman girls in our dorm were doing that too. I wasn’t. My dad was self-employed and I didn’t want to put an extra financial burden on him so I had decided not to go through rush. Most of the freshman girls at our dorm had also had sex, at least once.

I dated a few different guys that fall, and was still able to maintained my virtue. One poor guy, Johnny, got so excited while we were making out in his car that he wound up with a wet spot on his jeans. (He was mortified.) At the time, I wasn’t completely sure how that happened. (I was dumb.) I would hear the other girls talking about sex. It sounded interesting, but not anything I was dying to do or anything. I was a late bloomer I guess.

I went with Laurie the day she was meeting her French tutor for the first time. I don’t know what it was exactly, but I was smitten by him. He had blond hair and blue eyes. (Richard, my prom date, was a blond too. I was in my blond phase, I guess.) Apparently he liked what he saw since he asked me to a party before her first tutoring session was over. My first big fraternity party was a toga party. I remember wearing my bra with one strap down, under my toga (sheet.) Upon entering the frat house every guy handed over a bottle of booze that was poured into a communal bucket. Most of the freshmen being only 18 or 19 at the time, I have no idea how they procured the booze. Remember the movie Animal House? That’s pretty much the way it was. Reggie gave me a glass of “punch” which I didn’t drink. (That “punch” could’ve stripped paint.)

The music was loud and most of the people looked to be having a good time, the couples hanging on each other. Since it was apparent that I wasn’t having a good time, we left and went to his friend’s apartment. The moment we got there, the other couple split for the bedroom, leaving us alone on the couch. Some kissing ensued, but I was determined that nothing would go too far. (I discovered that’s a lot harder to maintain when you’re just wearing a sheet.) It was like being with an octopus. However, my defenses held and my virtue remained unblemished. Reggie got pissed and call me a “tease.” (I was devastated but didn’t let on.) The one and only bit of advice I was given by my dad before I left for UT was “Don’t be a tease.” It was a very quiet and very, very fast trip back to my dorm. Reggie didn’t walk me to the door, or even get out of his car for that matter, when I got back to the dorm. I went to bed that night feeling conflicted.

I called Houston the next day and spoke to Pam, my brother’s girlfriend. Although my dad and I were close, I knew I couldn’t ask him. (He’d have hunted Reggie down like a rabid dog.) Pam was a few years older than I, so I thought she could give me good advice. Basically, she told me that it was time to “give it up.” She said that I was in college now and college guys were just going to expect that. I remember her last words- “The best you can hope for is being able to decide who, when and where it would be.”

So that’s just what I did…The exciting conclusion of” Was it good for you” in Part 2, coming soon.