I've already warned you that the story behind #5 on the last post really isn't juicy or anything, but I guess if I don't explain myself, some of you are going to think I was a real hussy in High School.
Actually, I dated sporadically through the first two years, until I met my DH. Some time before we met, my Mama decided I needed to learn how to dance. Mind you, I'm Baptist, and strictly speaking, this wasn't allowed. But Mama and Daddy grew up in the Big Band era, dancing many a night away to the sounds of Guy Lombardo and such in Chicago, so it was decided that I must learn how to ballroom dance, Baptist or no.
So, after school, I would walk down to the Y and take lessons. I met a boy there, who ended up being my partner through the whole course. We learned to Waltz, Fox Trot, Cha Cha, Rhumba, you name it, we did it. I won't say we were very good, but we weren't terrible, either. Naturally, over a period of time, we became more than just dance partners, and we went on a few dates. His Dad would drive us, as he was not old enough to drive at the time.
At the same time I was learning how to dance, I was very interested in a young man in our high school band, whom I had a few classes with. He even snuck me on the Band Bus for an away game one time. That's about as daring as I got in High School, I guess. It was forbidden, and oh so much fun. We held hands and smooched in the dark bus all the way to and from the game.
You may recall that I did not go to a local High School, but to the downtown school. So the kids I knew at school, with very few exceptions, lived all over the city, and not anywhere near me. So, for the third boy, you'll have to come to church with me. We were in the same Sunday School class, and a bunch of us were very active in all the Youth activities. He and I went on quite a few dates, and I really think at one point he was getting really serious about me, but I was just having a good time.
So, one boy from dance class, who went to High School on the Eastern side of town, one from Phillips High School in downtown, and one from my church, on the Western side of town, and I was casually dating all three of them at the same time. Every once in awhile I would make an excuse not to go out with one of them, hoping one of the others would call, but I didn't do that very often. Hmmmm, maybe I was a hussy after all?
So, how did I get caught?
Turns out all three were Explorer Scouts.
And they knew each other.
nostalgia, High School memories, dating