So you're asking for details about the Harold and Mary Lou romance...I had my eyeballs on him before we ever exchanged a word, as you know, but back in those days a girl had to wait for the guy to make the first move. So there I was trying to figure out how to make him break the ice. If I saw him unexpectedly in the hall of one of the buildings or coming toward a door as I was departing, my stomach would drop to my toes and my heart would thump like mad. I learned later that he had the same reactions. But the first -- the very first -- thing that caught his eye regarding me was my sizeable chest muscle. I presume you know what I mean. It was just before the start of a regular choir class, and two or three of us females were leaning across the grand piano. Harold told me a long time later that he and Burton clapped their hands over their eyes and staggered a few steps as if overcome! Shameful!
Every Friday night there were stag dances at the gym, so groups of us from the dorm who didn't already have a date would hie ourselves to the dance. Always, there would be someone who would ask to walk us home. During intermission one Friday--after we walked together for the drinks of water during the oratorio--I saw Harold walking toward me. I knew he was going to ask me to dance, but he just said hello and walked on out the door to the entry. Two minutes later he was back and asking for a dance. That was the start of several dances that night and the walk to the dorm afterward. Then came dates for movies. He didn't have a car, so we walked back and forth. No kissing for the dorm entry was always crowded with couples. No privacy.
There wasn't time for very many dates though before Christmas vacation came along, and I was going to go home to Lincoln for the holiday. Harold borrowed a friend's car and took me to the depot. Then came the first kiss. It was wonderful! But the "All aboard" cut it a bit short. We wrote to each other during those two weeks, and he was at the depot when I got back. That night we went out with two other couples--in the car of one guy--and kissing came easier.
If I could turn back the clock, I wouldn't get married the way we did. My mom felt bad because she had wanted to give me a real wedding. Also I had a hangover of worry stemming from childhood that I couldn't get married because I didn't know how to cook or what to do with blankets in the summer and keeping track of hand soap so we wouldn't run out, etc. Dumb stuff . During our short engagment our squabbles mainly were about my wanting a little time to spend with girl friends once in awhile. Harold felt all our free time should be spent with each other only. I don't know how we worked it out, but there weren't any bad feelings. I could write more but I think this is enough.
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Great! My mother is a hussy who flaunts her boobies all over piano tops. You whore!!! And isn't it just like a man to initially see nothing but the mounds of flesh protruding from a woman's chest. And then as if that weren't enough....my own mother and father had the audacity to play kissy face and who knows what else in the back seat of a car. Didn't your mother ever tell you that many babies are conceived that way? Good Hell...my mom and dad were just as hot and bothered as my generation!!! Ha ha ha. As for not knowing what to do with blankets in the summer...What the crap went on in that little head of yours? Duh! Oh, and that was a bit of a shocker to find out daddy was so possessive of you. I never would have thunk it! ;-0
Hey! Boobs didn't even come to mind when we leaned across the piano--it was for conversation with someone on the other side of the piano! And kissy face was all we played in the car that night for we were with two other couples--four of us in the back seat. I didn't even get a turn to sit on Harold's lap! That was for the other couple. The driver of the car was the owner of the car. All we did was ride around and around and go for ice cream. I was the first one taken home because of dorm rules.
I can remember telling Aunt Babe about my no cooking skills keeping me from getting married. She told me to just watch Mom and learn what she did. Mom kept Marg and me out of the kitchen and from under her feet until Marg was about to get married. Then she thought maybe some cooking lessons were called for. The blankets worry and the problem of keeping up with necessary supplies nagged at me off and on. Mom had a cedar chest for blankets, but I didn't.
I don't remember that Daddy ever resigned himself to my going for cokes with girl friends or going downtown shoppin with them. But I was insistant. One thing Daddy and I did a lot was go walking (in the daytime because lock-down hours were so early at the dorm). Once we walked to Ross Park and back.
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