At about age 16, I discovered that those giggling, talkative people were somewhat different, in an attractive way, and that they were called girls.
By this time my family was in regular attendance at a nearby church where there were PLENTY of girls, so I put aside my baseball glove and became involved. My first "friend" was Ann - skinny and talkative. "Friend" number two was Charlotte - considerably quieter than number one, thank goodness.
Helen, a school "friend," was number three. Graduation and prom time were approaching, so I finally got enough courage to ask Helen to be my prom date. To my surprise, she said "yes" (I found out later that she was mad at her boyfriend and decided to spite him by saying "yes" to the first person who asked her, and I was that lucky one).
I convinced my dad that our old jalopy, a Model A Ford, was not spiffy enough for this important time in my life, so he got a friend to offer his almost-new Chrysler for the occasion. Wow!
All went well with my plans to impress Helen. Unfortunately, they went no further, for as the prom ended at midnight, a VERY DEEP FOG settled into the area (I could only see about 20 feet in front of the car), so my joyriding was out of the question. I took Helen home, and got a peck on the cheek for my efforts, and thus ended my adventure.
More, later.
P.S Helen married the guy.
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