First Date

I was around fourteen when the charms of girls began to beckon, And I was about fifteen when I had my first date, I would reckon. 'Way back then there were certain rituals that must be observed, Some of which left me quite baffled and somewhat unnerved! The evening must be perfect so I wore a suit and tie. Shoes were shined and greasy Vitalis to my hair I'd apply! Peach fuzz was plucked and I fairly reeked of Old Spice. The car was washed and waxed to further her entice! This too was her first date and things must be just right. She'd had a snit with her Ma thinking her hair was a fright! But she looked divine in her hat, gloves and flowered frock! Her Pa's parting shot, "You git her home by ten o'clock!" When I called for her I daren't sit and toot the horn. That would've heaped upon my brow her folks' eternal scorn! So, I meekly sidled up and timidly tapped upon the door. Met by her scowling Pa who said, "Who's this skinny boor?" My grandkids tell me there's no such formalities nowadays, And wearing jeans and mutilating body rings is all the craze. I'm told a great date is to hang out with friends at the local mall. I guess I was born too soon! I just don't understand that at all! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (c) All Rights Reserved Entry for Frank H "First Date" Contest