About 1974 ish.
Vacationing with my parents at our summer home at Cape Cod... a friend of my mom's stops by the Cape house along with her daughter, who, I come to find out, is a MIAMI DOLPHINS CHEERLEADER.
Wow, I never met a pro football team cheerleader before.
Mom asks me to take Karen for a ride to show her the beach, the lighthouses, and my hair chest (OK, I made that part up...plus I only have about six hairs on my chest..they are still there).
She is awesomely impressed with my new Chevy Vega, as i open the passenger side door...
'So, Karen, how's Miami?'
'You enjoying the Cape?'
'You prefer the company of poorly muscled schoolteachers over football hunks?'
As I pointed out interesting sites, like where I stole my first teenaged kiss, she sometimes would nod her head slowly, sometimes not.
She never said one word.
But, since I wanted to impress my friends, I pretended that she said some words..like yep, and cool.
Took her back to the house...her Mom asks how the tour was..
And Karen nodded slowly without saying a word...
While I wiped imaginary lipstick off my collar..
It was tough to have so many women want me.
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