Monday, March 13, 2023

TO ALL THE GIRLS

 



To all the girls I've loved before

Who traveled in and out my door

I'm glad they came along

I dedicate this song

To all the girls I once caressed

And may I say, I've held the best

For helping me to grow, I owe a lot, I know

To all the girls I've loved before

The winds of change are always blowing

And every time I tried to stay

The winds of change continued blowing

And they just carried me away…


This song  seems to summarize  my attempted “social” life at college when I did indeed learn a lot about the opposite sex.  I must admit I was quite naive but living on a campus of nine dormitories of which seven were women's helped accelerate my investigation.  And by my junior year I had a reputation for some as a “love’em and leave’em cad” and for others “a good catch”.  I am not one to tell tales but:


Here’s to:

Joan, the nurse who introduced me to smoking menthol cigarettes

Pam, who proved one could have two dates in one night

Nancy, who demonstrated that “playing hard to get” works

Andrea, who revealed that the quiet ones are not always actually very passionate and that still water wasn't deep at all - she was just shy

Liz, who proved that a gin fizz makes one sleepy

Liz II,  proved two can get poison ivy with their clothes on

Mary Ann, who knew more grappling moves than a Ninja 

Patty, who informed me that I was oblivious to  many would have liked to date me

Cindy, who proved one shouldn't eat bake beans before a date

Andy, who taught me to always have a blanket in the car

BJ, who knew one can't see a drive-in movie in the back seat of VW

Barb, who actually thought there were "submarine races" at the campus lake

Beth, that distance doesn't make the "heart grow fonder"


There are many more examples I suspect that I could add some more - but 50 years of has blown them away.  But, I do have a universal truth that I learned from my happy college days. 

    "In the spring when the scent of apple blossoms permeates the campus, a young man’s fancy turns to what young women have been thinking about all winter!"

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