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Everything was going fine until my girlfriend said —
Sure, I’ll admit it. 1 was scared. I really was. Now, there’s nothing wrong with a fellow going over to his girl’s house to have something to eat, but I felt funny about it. I had the feeling they wanted to look me over. You know — the way people look over a refrigerator before buying it — or a car.
Now don’t get me wrong. Joan’s folks knew me. I used to go over to their house for occasional Friday night get-togethers when she’d have the gang over for some laughs and dancing and grilled cheese sandwiches. Her mom and dad were always there to say hello. Then they’d go upstairs and we’d dim the lamps in the game room and dance to the easy music of Frank Sinatra on the portable phonograph Joan had gotten for Christmas.
I’d tell you her full name, only I don’t think it’s fair. But her initials were J. C. She was pretty, yes. Not a knockout like some of these movie-star gals. Joan had glossy black hair with a soft curl at the end of it, a complexion like a June rosebud, bright blue eyes and a dimple that made me melt. But Joan’s looks weren’t what really mattered. She had a quality I liked. She was agreeable, always willing to let a fellow take the lead. She never cranked about anything I suggested we do on a date.
Well, we’d been seeing each other for about two months. I don’t know if you’d call it going steady. I’d only kissed her once ... on the way to the Dog House for hot dogs and milk shakes in Bill Snyder’s beat-up Tin Lizzie. That night there had been two other couples besides us, and we’d just seen a flick at the drive-in. We were all hungry so we agreed to pass by the “kennel club,” and suddenly, as we were riding along that dark country road, the couple next to us started kissing. I didn’t know what to do so I leaned over and kissed Joan. But at that moment the Tin Lizzie went over a bump in the road and I knocked my head against hers and felt like a fool.
I was embarrassed to kiss her again. But we liked each other. We’d ( Continued on jxige 88)
“Tommy, mom and dad want you to come over for
dinner”
by TOMMY SANDS
as told to GEORGE CHRISTY