RE: “I’m having fun”
—Saying “I’m having fun” reminds of a long-ago guy I befriended, who graduated in my college class, who like me almost got expelled.
Except I was only twice — he may have been more times. He was imbibing alcoholic beverages, but me rarely.
Our college, Houghton College, was hyper-religious. Alcoholic beverages were Of-the-Devil.
My friend frequented bars and other houses-of-ill-repute, but I only remember hitting a bar twice.
I also remember trying to pick up girls at Geneseo State College. But we were perceived as “townies.”
During my sophomore year, my friend and I hitchhiked from Houghton all the way to Boston, to visit a fellow ne’er-do-well at Harvard Divinity school who graduated Houghton in 1963.
We arrived at that guy’s apartment at some ungodly hour, then talked for hours on end — quaffing evil fluids.
My classmate always said “If it’s fun it’s sin!”
Spot on, baby! That seemed our college’s reaction regarding “having fun.”
I bet Houghton would be aghast I do so well with ladies. My friend also did well with ladies while at Houghton.
I didn’t, but that was long ago.
Now, 54 years after getting my degree, I’m having much more fun with ladies.
Of course my lady friends are no longer young honeys, except I do have one who’s only age 19.
But I’m not some lonesome hot-to-trot widower. I’m not in pursuit.
We just like talking to each other.
To me that’s what “having fun with ladies” is all about. Yada-yada-yada-yada; talk-talk-talk-talk-talk! No touchy!
Talking is what women seem to love = let ‘em talk, especially laughing.
Last August a really pretty girl told me what women love most is laughing.
Not too long ago one of my lady-friends made a comment which prompted “oh, a smarty-pants, eh? A wise-guy!” She knew I was imitating Moe of the Three Stooges. Laugh-laugh-laugh-laugh-laugh! (“Here, see this?” POINK!)
And it sure is fun.
Entirely contrary to my upbringing, wherein “having fun is sin.”
• Geneseo State College was perhaps 30-40 miles from Houghton. It wasn’t religious.
• My upbringing had input from my neighbor Sunday-School Superintendent Hilda Q. Walton, who convinced me all males, including me at age-5, were SCUM. My hyper-religious parents heartily agreed.
Except I was only twice — he may have been more times. He was imbibing alcoholic beverages, but me rarely.
Our college, Houghton College, was hyper-religious. Alcoholic beverages were Of-the-Devil.
My friend frequented bars and other houses-of-ill-repute, but I only remember hitting a bar twice.
I also remember trying to pick up girls at Geneseo State College. But we were perceived as “townies.”
During my sophomore year, my friend and I hitchhiked from Houghton all the way to Boston, to visit a fellow ne’er-do-well at Harvard Divinity school who graduated Houghton in 1963.
We arrived at that guy’s apartment at some ungodly hour, then talked for hours on end — quaffing evil fluids.
My classmate always said “If it’s fun it’s sin!”
Spot on, baby! That seemed our college’s reaction regarding “having fun.”
I bet Houghton would be aghast I do so well with ladies. My friend also did well with ladies while at Houghton.
I didn’t, but that was long ago.
Now, 54 years after getting my degree, I’m having much more fun with ladies.
Of course my lady friends are no longer young honeys, except I do have one who’s only age 19.
But I’m not some lonesome hot-to-trot widower. I’m not in pursuit.
We just like talking to each other.
To me that’s what “having fun with ladies” is all about. Yada-yada-yada-yada; talk-talk-talk-talk-talk! No touchy!
Talking is what women seem to love = let ‘em talk, especially laughing.
Last August a really pretty girl told me what women love most is laughing.
Not too long ago one of my lady-friends made a comment which prompted “oh, a smarty-pants, eh? A wise-guy!” She knew I was imitating Moe of the Three Stooges. Laugh-laugh-laugh-laugh-laugh! (“Here, see this?” POINK!)
And it sure is fun.
Entirely contrary to my upbringing, wherein “having fun is sin.”
• Geneseo State College was perhaps 30-40 miles from Houghton. It wasn’t religious.
• My upbringing had input from my neighbor Sunday-School Superintendent Hilda Q. Walton, who convinced me all males, including me at age-5, were SCUM. My hyper-religious parents heartily agreed.
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