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Barbara dining with Walter Kinsella at the Stork Club. "N. Y. men spoiled me."
With Hugh O'Brian at "Operation Pacific" premiere. "I've got to be myself."
MY DATES must be exciting, and then some. They have to give me more than just a temporary good time wow.
Naturally, it helps if the man for each event is handsome. But, in my eyes, that isn't half of his assets.
Arriving for me in a brand-new convertible isn't going to be enough for both of us. He must do more than dance divinely. If he is cute, that won't completely satisfy me, as I've already hinted. Ndt will a kiss that's colossal fool me. No, times have changed since I turned twenty-one three months ago.
Times were, I admit, when I was sure to leap at the chance to step out immediately to do the town. If anyone were having a party, I wanted to be the first at it. If a few really congenial guests lingered later after those who weren't hep went home early, I wanted to be among
Barbara loves to travel — new faces, new places. She wants dates with suspense.
Barbara and Diana Lynn in U-I's "Peggy.' "You need girl friends to confide in.1
By Barbara Lawrence
the merriest remaining. And, being a determined individualist, I was. I had so many laughs per night I guess I didn't miss much.
But I've discovered a girl can't laugh always. I've lived, learned what love can bring, and now I ask questions before I say yes to bids to go places.
What are a whole flock of dates, flowing one after the other, worth? It all depends, upon what they do for you, what they add to or take away from your desire for a fabulously full life.
I still believe that parties are here to stay. I still consider a person plainly silly who deliberately misses fun when she might as well be happy instead of moping alone, feeling sorry for herself. But I know, now, that every party won't be terrific. I'm still anxious to drive clear across town to hear a marvelous hot band or blues singer. But I can enjoy classical music, too. I'm still Barbara, the good-natured (/ hope) gal, but when someone says it'll be a ball, I hesitate. I don't react with a yes until I've thought twice. I go for an intriguing invitation, but not like I used to jump.
At sixteen, I remember, I had the most naive conception of marriage. I supposed it was simply a succession of romantic dates. If you found a boy "cute" looking, and his behavior "smooth," what else was there? I followed my impulse. After secretly dating an aspiring actor for two weeks, I eloped. We had fallen in love at fkst sight, and, since both of us had been going steady, we had unfinished business to be eliminated. At a party where we were still paired off miserably, we decided to take the plunge; we slipped away and were married in Mexico.
He was twenty-two, and besides looks and charm he had a nice car and had had an acting contract. I hadn't checked further. We returned and told my mother right away, and, as we'd made no provisions for a home, I went on living with her. (Please turn to page 66)
With Charles Drake. "A girl is obligated to provide half the amusement on a date."