Colleges must be teaching a graduate course in Obstruction

My first date in college was with a senior. She was from Houston and quite experienced. She asked me to accompany her to East Texas State (Commerce) for a football game. We rode up with another couple  and the trip up was of no consequence, but coming home, well…???? I had experienced the slapping away of hands once before, but they were mine. This time I regretted the fact that we were in a two door car. The trip wasn’t a short one, but it seemed eternal to me. Just about the time I was considering just giving up and taking it, she slapped me on the shoulder, calling me, “queer!”  “Whatever”, I thought. As it turned out, she was doing the whole thing as a dare. She and her friends had made a bet as to who could “take advantage” of a Freshman during the trip. I never heard who lost, but, needless to say, I was never “asked out”, again. I did learn a lesson that night. I learned, first hand, what it was like dating an octopus, donchaknow.  Really!  That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.   AMEN

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.