A friend of ours named Tom, my brother Mark, and I had been out driving an LTD with a four-barrel and nitrous-oxide converter down Forest Lane in Dallas when we got restless and tacky. My brother volunteered to lighten up the evening with hustling some chic and brought us over to her apartment. I didn't know what girl they were talking about but went along--being the night for tricks or treats. When we knocked on her door she took about five minutes to answer and was still risque or indisposed (en dishabille).
I recognized the girl right away; I had liked her a long time but never had the nerve to ask her out. She was supposed to be prudish; this would be a challenge. She let us in because we were a slight acquaintance and Mark was a good friend. We talked about three hours in her pad that night; it took that long to get anywhere.
We always bring our friend along because he is blunt and cavalier in guiding the conversation. His double-entendre proved poly-advantageous; we were talking marriage. She had some kind of complex about her looks, but we reassured her. She had nothing to worry about: "Anyone of us would marry you." Tom was getting vulgar: "Why won't you trust me on a date, you twerp?"
"Why won't you go out with me?" Mark asked intrepidly.
"You're too young for me--and besides, we have zilch in common."
We had not been drinking but the milieu centering around was apropos to the Latin sally "in vino veritas" (in wine much wisdom). We had lost all inhibition and were rapping candidly when Tom had to say: "Well, Karl looks like the only one who got anywhere tonight." Actually, she found out how much we had in common and agreed that we could have a lot of fun together.
As we were shaking hands on our rapport about dating propriety I ventured: "I admit I don't have a crush on you, but I think we'd be cheating ourselves if we didn't get to know each other." I said rather matter-of-factly intimating an overture.
We now agreed on everything from "male-chauvinism": too long engagements and Mark and Tom were shocked at how naturally this evolved; I didn't know what was going to happen but our tenacity was inevitably going to lead to something. I told her that I was too shy to talk with her before and if we weren't so flippant I wouldn't know, without this perfect set-up,
"Do I have to call you up to ask you for a date when I'll be scarfed--or can I ask you now?"
She told me where she worked but having two jobs she didn't have much time but could stop by and talk with her any time.
As we left I told Mark that only he knew how long I wanted to get to know this girl.
"Oh, it's so obvious when you like a girl--why do you think I brought you over here tonight?"
We always bring our friend along because he is blunt and cavalier in guiding the conversation. His double-entendre proved poly-advantageous; we were talking marriage. She had some kind of complex about her looks, but we reassured her. She had nothing to worry about: "Anyone of us would marry you." Tom was getting vulgar: "Why won't you trust me on a date, you twerp?"
"Why won't you go out with me?" Mark asked intrepidly.
"You're too young for me--and besides, we have zilch in common."
We had not been drinking but the milieu centering around was apropos to the Latin sally "in vino veritas" (in wine much wisdom). We had lost all inhibition and were rapping candidly when Tom had to say: "Well, Karl looks like the only one who got anywhere tonight." Actually, she found out how much we had in common and agreed that we could have a lot of fun together.
As we were shaking hands on our rapport about dating propriety I ventured: "I admit I don't have a crush on you, but I think we'd be cheating ourselves if we didn't get to know each other." I said rather matter-of-factly intimating an overture.
We now agreed on everything from "male-chauvinism": too long engagements and Mark and Tom were shocked at how naturally this evolved; I didn't know what was going to happen but our tenacity was inevitably going to lead to something. I told her that I was too shy to talk with her before and if we weren't so flippant I wouldn't know, without this perfect set-up,
"Do I have to call you up to ask you for a date when I'll be scarfed--or can I ask you now?"
She told me where she worked but having two jobs she didn't have much time but could stop by and talk with her any time.
As we left I told Mark that only he knew how long I wanted to get to know this girl.
"Oh, it's so obvious when you like a girl--why do you think I brought you over here tonight?"
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