Screenland Plus TV-Land (Jul 1959 - May 1960)

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My dates with Frankie Avalon" By MAUI AN XK GABA What's it like to go out with Frankie Avalon? Marianne Gaba, his No. 1 Hollyivood girl friend, tells of her exciting experiences I WAS ALREADY asleep when the phone rang. The voice on the other end of the line sounded hesitant, unsure. "This you, Marianne?" "Yes, this is Marianne Gaba," I came back, and waited. After a few seconds of hesitation, "This is Frankie . . ." "Frankie . . . WHO?" "Frankie Avalon." I gulped, hard. "I thought you'd forgotten all about me!" I cried out. Months had passed since we'd gone out together, and I had even moved to a new place in Beverly Hills. "How did you find out where I lived?" "Connie gave me your number . . ." He was referring to Connie Stevens, at whose house I stayed for over a year. "How about dinner tomorrow night?" "Sure, Frankie. I'd love to. I'm looking forward to seeing you again," I said, and meant it. As far as I know, Frankie hasn't dated any girl but me in Hollywood. We date because we like each other. We've held hands in movies. We have kissed. He wants me to meet his parents in Philadelphia. But rumors to the contrary, we are not what movie columnists like to refer to as "a hot romantic twosome . . ." In a way I think it's the same qualities that we like in one another. We feel at ease when we are together. We can talk about anything without being offended or embarrassed. I consider Frankie a "nice" boy, quite different from so many wolves I have met here in the past. And I'd like to feel that he thinks of me as a "nice" girl too, if you know what I mean. While I'm living in 20th Century Hollywood, about certain boy-girl relationships I'm pretty old-fashioned. I think Frankie appreciates this. We met about a year ago, when Frankie happened to see a picture layout of me. When he came to Hollywood a short time later, he asked the photographer who shot it to get in touch with me, to see if I was willing to do a layout with him, too. I had heard so many continued on page 32 30