Not military. Wife-oriented. Weird sixties stuff. Naw... Well, yeaaaah....
!967. Just matriculated freshman at B'ham Southern College, the only place that my old man would pay for (semi-alumnus - WWII intervened), despite some really solid credentials & a major-league desire to go somewhere else (as in UNC Chapel Hill or U. of Chicago - Anthro schools). I didn't like that a bit.
However, I was there. I didn't really have a serious girlfriend prior to this & the gal I had most frequently dated before had abandoned me for Vanderbilt. That's the way I was thinking at the time.
I had been a known white civil rights "activist" from my early teens, so my pro-military opinions, although B'ham weirdo eye-brow-lifters, didn't get any traction. Civil Rights standing in mid-sixties Alabama went a long way. Wasn't hard to get a rep for being weird. Hell. Wear metal-frame glasses. Play Bridge.
As a result, I was a "freaque" in good standing. Got to hang around with the most exclusive club in the world. That is, cute, smart & good-lookin' lady weirdos in Alabama.
I had been told by a theatre guy In T-town (Tuscaloosa) that B'ham Southern Drama Department Hallowe'en parties were the ultimate in lady availability because (previously published here):
a) The guys were mostly gay &
b) The girls were mostly unconventional
Sounded OK. Went to the parties. The guy was right. Sort of.
I had been already attracted to some women who were attached to this group.
One was a cute little butter-haired gal. She turned out to be irretrievably attached to this giant, utterly monumental guy who would have slain me without need to prevent me from shooting him. Too much trouble.
Another was a very attractive intelluctual raven haired lady whose attraction unfortunately dimmed as the party went on & she spoke, & spoke, & spoke...
The third was probably the best-looking red-head I've ever seen. I knew her before. Very attractive she was, without any sort of alteration. She attended as "Cat-Woman." Unbelievable. Unfortunately, she had gotten herself stuck on Jesus (in this case a blind guy dressed as Jesus) & they had retired to the only bathroom in the house to f*ck, simultaneously preventing normal party micturation, etc. & my nefarious plans for the evening. They did the funny thing for hours. Uhrrr.
The night after that I went to another Hallowe'en party.
Same people there. Except for this one gal. She was wearing a blood-stained wedding dress sitting in an armchair in the middle of the room. I recognized her. She was this really odd person wearing catseye glasses who had attended the lunch table I frequented as a senior in High School. She had brought me a giant limeade while I was mowing my grandparents' lawn & refused payment for it after I had gratefully gulped it down. She was also the person I had seen doing some sort of free-style, very sexy dance during the "Freshman Talent Show."
She was a bunch nicer that the others, so, since it was an Hallowe'en party I began wandering around her chair reciting the cauldron scene from McBeth. Worked. We sucked heads & became as one. That was 10/29/67. Got married 6/13/70. Not bad.
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!967. Just matriculated freshman at B'ham Southern College, the only place that my old man would pay for (semi-alumnus - WWII intervened), despite some really solid credentials & a major-league desire to go somewhere else (as in UNC Chapel Hill or U. of Chicago - Anthro schools). I didn't like that a bit.
However, I was there. I didn't really have a serious girlfriend prior to this & the gal I had most frequently dated before had abandoned me for Vanderbilt. That's the way I was thinking at the time.
I had been a known white civil rights "activist" from my early teens, so my pro-military opinions, although B'ham weirdo eye-brow-lifters, didn't get any traction. Civil Rights standing in mid-sixties Alabama went a long way. Wasn't hard to get a rep for being weird. Hell. Wear metal-frame glasses. Play Bridge.
As a result, I was a "freaque" in good standing. Got to hang around with the most exclusive club in the world. That is, cute, smart & good-lookin' lady weirdos in Alabama.
I had been told by a theatre guy In T-town (Tuscaloosa) that B'ham Southern Drama Department Hallowe'en parties were the ultimate in lady availability because (previously published here):
a) The guys were mostly gay &
b) The girls were mostly unconventional
Sounded OK. Went to the parties. The guy was right. Sort of.
I had been already attracted to some women who were attached to this group.
One was a cute little butter-haired gal. She turned out to be irretrievably attached to this giant, utterly monumental guy who would have slain me without need to prevent me from shooting him. Too much trouble.
Another was a very attractive intelluctual raven haired lady whose attraction unfortunately dimmed as the party went on & she spoke, & spoke, & spoke...
The third was probably the best-looking red-head I've ever seen. I knew her before. Very attractive she was, without any sort of alteration. She attended as "Cat-Woman." Unbelievable. Unfortunately, she had gotten herself stuck on Jesus (in this case a blind guy dressed as Jesus) & they had retired to the only bathroom in the house to f*ck, simultaneously preventing normal party micturation, etc. & my nefarious plans for the evening. They did the funny thing for hours. Uhrrr.
The night after that I went to another Hallowe'en party.
Same people there. Except for this one gal. She was wearing a blood-stained wedding dress sitting in an armchair in the middle of the room. I recognized her. She was this really odd person wearing catseye glasses who had attended the lunch table I frequented as a senior in High School. She had brought me a giant limeade while I was mowing my grandparents' lawn & refused payment for it after I had gratefully gulped it down. She was also the person I had seen doing some sort of free-style, very sexy dance during the "Freshman Talent Show."
She was a bunch nicer that the others, so, since it was an Hallowe'en party I began wandering around her chair reciting the cauldron scene from McBeth. Worked. We sucked heads & became as one. That was 10/29/67. Got married 6/13/70. Not bad.
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