The boatrides
It just broke me up. At
first I waited with great anticipation, twisting my sweaty hands behind me. I was
nervous waiting for my name to be called. But, it never was.
The summer after my junior year I met this hot babe, and we were really into each other. She was headed to college, and her family had a swell house. She lived with her dad, and two aunts. He was really cool with me,
but her aunts were colder than the wicked witch of the west’s teats. We met a dance once, and as we cut the rug for the second or third time, I asked,
“Ya got a ol man?”
She looked at me with gorgeous, mirthful,
brown eyes; they seemed to be laughing, and with the most hypnotizing smile, responded…
“Dude, I’m as free as a bird, man!”
We danced the rest of the night away, it
was a fantasy come true for me. Later we learned she was a year older, but it
didn’t make any difference to us. We spent long evenings on the phone, smoking our brains out, as we yada yada into the nite. She even spoke with my mom, who was happy I knew such a nice girl. We also went to every big dance that summer, and to a few Latin boat rides. The boat rides were a big thing. Every summer they
were a big deal, they were very heavily promoted on the radio. Everybody wanted
to go, and once tickets were sold out, you had to go to the scalpers.
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