RE: “HOTTY.....”

Well, ex-KYOOZE me for being old-fashioned, as I’m sure, like sex and drugs and rock-and-roll, “hotty” has been somewhat defanged and pasteurized by the fevered zealot minions (“whatever works” — yep, Jerry Falwall’s a hotty).
But.....
The definition I had of “hotty” was “hot-to-trot,” i.e. overly desirous of sexing it up with anything, especially those of the opposite sex.
I don’t consider the one I married a “hotty,” and didn’t while at Houghton.
Of all the girls I dated at Houghton, none were hotties.
Barbara Bolles was hardly a hotty, Virginia Friedley was no hotty, and Doris Bulmore was a drudge — hardly a hotty.
My mother wanted me to marry Claudia Gregg; the total antithesis of hottydom.
Danice Horner was overly attractive, but according to Linda, not a hotty.
Only a few girls at Houghton qualify as hotties, per the old definition.
Judy Johnston, from Seattle, the roommate of Lois Priebie from Wilmington, a definite hotty, was only a hotty wannabee. I dated her, and it turned me off.
Danice Horner refused to go out with me, but befriended me much later.
At Brandywine, only one girl I dated, Linda Lilly, was a “hotty.” She even showed me her bedroom.
Gail Kitselman was perhaps a hotty wannabee; but I didn’t think of her as a hotty.
Lynn Huntsberger was somewhat a hotty — she certainly had the reputation as one.
BHS seniors from my class fell all over themselves to take her skiing in the Poconos. She had a reputation.
But I never did anything with her.
What contact I had with Bonnie Hasse tells me she was a hotty.
So now I guess “hotty” has come to mean any female (so much for Falwell) that’s attractive.
Perish-the-thought, I have a hard time imagining Houghton encouraging solicitation of hotties — or encouraging girls to be hotties.
The cardinal-rule at Houghton was “if it’s fun, it’s sin.”
—At least when I was there. But I guess religion has moved on since then — it’s called selling out.

Per my Oxford ‘pyooter dictionary: “hottie (also hotty)
noun (pl. hotties) informal
a sexually attractive person.”

“Houghton” is Houghton College, from where I graduated with a BA in 1966. I’ve never regretted it. Houghton is a religious college.

“Barbara Bolles,” “Virginia Friedley,” “Doris Bulmore,” and “Judy Johnston” were all girls I dated in college. I refused to date “Claudia Gregg;” a complete stone only a mother could love. “Danice Horner” I never dated.

“Brandywine” is Brandywine High School, north of Wilmington, DE; from where I graduated in 1962.

“Linda Lilly,” “Gail Kitselman,” and “Lynn Huntsberger” were all girls I dated at Brandywine. They all were friends of my sister Betty in Floridy — and graduated Brandywine in her class; 1964. I went steady with Gail Kitselman, who thought she was too skinny. But the Kitselman relationship fizzled when I went to college. “Bonnie Hasse” was another friend of my sister who graduated high-school in her class. She got married soon thereafter, and became a loose cannon. Linda Lilly was a slut, as was “Lois Priebie” at Houghton.