Ah... take me back to those halcyon days of 1963 when I was a senior in high school and blissfully oblivious to the slings and arrows of the Real World... here's the lovely Doris Troy, singin' about how it took just one look to make her fall so hard...
Just one look and I fell so hard
In love with you, oh-oh, oh-oh
I found out how good it feels
To have your love, oh-oh, oh-oh
Say you will, will be mine
Forever and always, oh-oh, oh-oh
Just one look and I knew
That you were my only one
Oh oh-oh oh!
Ah, this conjures up visions of the Lovely Roxanne, the queen o' my teen-aged dreams and my first experience with rejection. I fell for Roxanne with that proverbial "one look" and we had a whirlwind love affair that was never really consummated in the truest and most literal sense, but certainly NOT for a lack of effort on my part. Many's the afternoon Roxanne and I rolled around in my bedroom with Doris croonin' in the background... me tryin' my damnedest and she just as determined that I would NOT get what I was after. I don't think I ever encountered such firm and unyielding resistance during the rest of my life, or perhaps I got to the point where I could take "no" for an answer and moved on to more... ummm... productive endeavors. Whatevah.
Still and even, we remained boyfriend and girlfriend for most of my senior year in high school and into the following summer. The affair came to an abrupt end when I decided to enlist in the Air Force in that summer of '63 and left Roxanne to her own devices, which were many and varied. That sad fact was brought home to me about six weeks later when I was the unhappy recipient of my first "Dear John" letter. That hurt but I managed to get over it in short order, typical of the resilience of your average 18 year old. We should be so resilient in our old age, Gentle Reader.
So... here's to ya, Roxanne. I hope you're alive, well, and happy... and that you're givin' it up on a regular basis.
Added, somewhat later: Linda does a damned good cover of this tune, as well. Ronstadt released her version the year TSMP and I got married, or perhaps it was the summer before. History DOES repeat itself.
Added, somewhat later: Linda does a damned good cover of this tune, as well. Ronstadt released her version the year TSMP and I got married, or perhaps it was the summer before. History DOES repeat itself.
I'm old fashioned, she did the right thing. My checklist for having sex starts with:
ReplyDelete1) Does he have any money
2) Does he give me a credit card
My sister was the most sexually active member of my family when we were in high school. I caught her and some guy after I guess they just got finished, because they were all dressed, hair a mess, and looking like they were innocent of something.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know what the smell was until later, when I found out what a bloody vagina, hot sperm, and sweaty bodies smelled like.
Then I noticed my bed was all messed up, and my sisters bed was not disturbed. Bloody hell, they had sex on my bed! So I'm looking everywhere for a wet spot, didn't find one, but took it all to the washroom anyway.
My sister comes home and says sorry. So anyway I have to ask where the creep left his load, as I'm not really sure if I can use my bed again. Oh don't worry she said, he came inside. Bloody hell! Now I know why she still smells like sperm.
Anyway, some sisters are skanks, and Roxanne was a good girl.
Don't put on the Red Dress Roxanne!
Anon1: I hope your tongue was in your cheek when you wrote that.
ReplyDeleteAnon2: You sound pretty judgmental here. Just sayin'.
Some girls do have their standards; not about the guy in question but about themselves.
ReplyDeleteMine - I had to be 18. For no other reason than I'd be legally able to make my own decisions. Well, that and fear of my parents finding out. My mother would have been brutal about it (as she proved once when she suspected, wrongly, and made all sorts of horrifying comments to her 17 year old daughter) and my dad would have just been disappointed - I would have hated that more than anything.
I turned 18 on June 2, 1981; by 9:00pm on that date - well, let's just say I gave my then-boyfriend his own gift.
:-)
My dad sat me down, and said he needed to talk to me about sex. Oh God, the sex talk!
ReplyDeleteThen he proceeds to tell me: "Don't have intercourse with anyone you wouldn't want to marry."
I'm hiding my face, but on that note I look up, and that's all he's got.
Simple, antiquated, blase... I like it. Anyway that came to mind on reading about Roxanne.
I'm sure with a name like that she did well.
Porn names: have you heard how to create your porn name? I know this is pretty old, but I lived on Stark Street, and my first cat was fluffy. So my porn name is Fluffy Stark
Kris: Your ground rules seem more than appropriate.
ReplyDeleteFluffy: Your father gave good advice.
And yeah, I've heard of the "porn name" thang before. The earliest street I can remember living on was Rue Mozart (I was eight and my father was stationed in Paris); the earliest family pet whose name I can remember was a poodle named Pasha Chopkin (he had a brother named Kara Shetan... "Black Devil," in Turkish). Ergo, Pasha Chopkin Mozart... or Kara Shetan Mozart. Aiiieee.
My thoughts were a lot like Kris's.
ReplyDeleteLou: That's good to know, srsly. At least neither of you were like Roxy. ;-)
ReplyDeleteShelby Shary here. :-)
ReplyDeleteBelieve me, I was pretty much alone in my ground rules among my friends. I think I may have been one of 2 of them who actually graduated H.S. a virgin. And I was teased about it - a lot. Didn't matter, I had my standards for myself and I refused to be swayed by that kind of peer pressure. Even at that age I knew that no one had to live with it but me.
My problem was, that I showed a couple of frosh girls what 'foreplay' was, but when they were ready to move on to 'play' it was with someone else.
ReplyDeleteArgh, ah well, I liked foreplay...
Kris: I admire your persistence. OTOH, I might not have been as admiring if I were your boyfriend at the time. ;-)
ReplyDeletedans le lit: Foreplay is good. ;-)