First, the
basics. For 98% of boys, aged 11 or 12 until marriage, here is reality.
Second, there
was this girl. . . .
There always
is.
She was a 10.
I know what
you're thinking. "Memories of an enthusiastic male who had
stars in his eyes." Quite true. But she really was a 10. I
saw her at my 50th high school reunion. She is now an 8. I don't
mean an 8 when compared to all the other 68-year-olds at the reunion.
I mean an 8 walking down Sunset Boulevard. You might say a 7. You'd
be wrong. But let's not quibble. Say a 7.5.
She was a 10
in 1956, when I first saw her. She was a 15-year-old equivalent
of the little red-haired girl. I did not know then that she had
been in the movies, danced with Gene Kelly, danced with Fred Astaire,
and had gone on the road as a professional dancer. Nobody else did,
either. She never talked about it. She still doesn't. She had walked
away from it all when her father died. She was all grown up.
I wasn't.
So, anyway,
I didn't drum up enough courage to ask her out for the next three
years. I was Charlie Brown. But then, when I was student body president,
and she was the elected secretary, I finally asked her to the senior
prom. The Big One.
Gene Shepherd
had not yet written Wanda
Hickey's Night of Golden Memories. I did not know what I
was doing. I was asking Daphne Bigelow a nice Daphe Bigelow,
a Daphne Bigelow with good sense. Which I lacked.
I had been
dating another girl for a year. So, Miss 10 told me: "You should
ask Susan."
Like a ton
of bricks, it hit me. Of course I should ask Susan. Susan by then
was not going to be asked, because the other guys figured she would
go with me. Susan was at least a 7. Girls that high up the scale
scare off most guys. They are high-risk, probable turn-downs. Guys
play it safe. They are not devotees of "nothing ventured, nothing
gained." They fully understand "No pain, no gain"
and they prefer no pain. They settle for "pretty good gain,
not as much risk of pain." If they didn't, the human race would
be much smaller. Also, hardly anyone would go to the prom.
Susan was no
Wanda Hickey, but the Wanda Hickeys of the world deserve to go to
The Big One, and lesser ones, too.