A Dating Story From My Youth

Matcherson is a writer musician and humorist.jumping up to hang from it...at least I think I wasn't the
Sometimes he even writes funny music. His siteonly one! Many days Jenny would be waiting by that
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One of my first "Big Dates" was a Cotillion dance inalways continuing on my way. God only knows what
8th grade...or was it seventh? Cotillion was an attemptdisasters would have occured if I had stopped to talk
by a local "grande dame" to nurture refined manners inany further! But this was earthshaking stuff making my
a group of young teens along with ballroom dancinghead spin on the rest of my walk home.
instruction. I think it was a truly nerve wrackingWell this brazen flirting continued and the pitch of her
experience for most of us! Once a week we would"Hi's" became higher and happier. When it was time to
walk a couple blocks from the middle school to the Kinvite someone to the dance I found the number in the
of C Hall located on the 3rd floor of a downtownphone book and spent an hour or so making myself
building. A virtual skyscraper in our town! Guys wantingnervous. One of Jenny's 300 sisters answered the
a little money would hang about by the door and helpphone and I heard much yelling for her and thumping up
the instructor out of her car ...open the door. Theseand down stairs...I nearly hung up in fear! This was
kind of brownie points paid a couple bucks cash! If youmuch worse than when the german shephard down
were really good you would carry some of her stuffthe street was chomping on my leg as I rode past on
up the 3 flights of worn wooden stairs. It was one ofmy bike!
those buildings that are mystifyingly old...the majorI don't remember the conversation with Jenny...I may
mystery to me being that they haven't burned down!have blacked out. But I know it was successful
We would then partner up and learn the rhumba, thebecause weeks later I found myself at her house in a
foxtrot, the bossa nova, jitterbug, waltz etc. Every sosuit in this predicament with an enourmous corsage
often we would switch partners and during the sessionand no clue of how to pin it to her dress. Thankfully
you would dance with each of the 50 girls a coupleher mother came to the rescue. Her mom still laughs
times. All very open stance and supervised...but still atabout that when she see's me.
that age, and for a nerdy guy still in his Clark KentAfter that awkward scene things got better. We sat
frames it was something of a thrill.with friends and ate, all joking around. Jenny and I
Jenny (names have been changed to protect theactually remembered the different dances and
sweet and innocent) was a cute little girl from myimpressed the leader of the orchestra a little. Music,
neighborhood. She lived about 4 blocks away so I onlyfriends and dancing with a childhood crush. There was
saw her when I was walking home. Her family had anothing more to it than that. Really when compared to
tree between the sidewalk and street with a trunk thatsome of my more recent dates, it is perfect in
was curved from years of kids passing by andcomparison.