Carnival Date

It was nineteen-eighty and I felt great - off to the carnival with Brenda on a date. Am I really going out with this beauty? Showing her a good time - that was my duty. Under the stars, on the intramural field, her excitement for the rides was unconcealed. The stars and lights flashed in her pretty eyes - it was like fireworks exploding in the skies, but I was looking at a lot more than that - and was hoping for more than rides and a chat. For her fun was a ride on a Ferris wheel, but I was all wrapped up in her sex appeal. We were together, but on a different page, The rides scared me - upside down in a cage! My goodness, that was forty-five years ago. I wish I could have shared her experience, though. And that was my first and last date with Brenda, a boy and a girl with a different agenda.