ONE BABY BOOMER’S DATING MEMOIR

 

(Your terrorizing didn’t work, Mom, but thanks for trying )

 

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Sweet Sixteen visit to an off-campus frat party

At the local Ivy League University

The time is before designer drugs

Hit the street

A time when date rape was mistaken

For love and lust instead of

An act of violence

And the worst thing we have to worry about

Is the dreaded

Yet oh-so-longed-for

“Spanish Fly”

A mystical

Maybe mythical

Potion

That makes nubile

Hormonal

Female teens

Panting for the

Testosterone-laden

Male teens

With no blame

If she “does it”

Because who could resist

This secret recipe

Slipped into…where?

One’s drink

Or throbbing parts

Nice girls are not allowed to know about

Any excuse

To strip off one’s clothes

And finally feel

What the characters of Harold Robbins,

Henry Miller, Grace Metalious

And all those others do

In books stolen

From parents’ bedrooms

To be hidden under the lining of

The bedside chair

Reserved for reading by moonlight

On lonely, virginal nights…
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE:  Blurry Me At Sixteen

YOUTUBE VIDEO: Ringo, You’re 16 https://youtu.be/4x19vy_9aFc

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4 comments

  1. The older I get, the uglier it gets out there, so that’s why I sit in my swamp surrounded by nature. But dang, those birds sure have a way of reminding me of so-called human nature as they bully each other on the feeder…

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