Posted on 02/16/2016 6:00:29 PM PST by luvie
Now you see why I couldn’t resist snagging her. Black skirt, saddle shoes, ponytail and all!
You must of grown up with older brothers?
Worse. I grew up with a younger brother. LOL!
Ya got yer work cut out for ya.
You are really GOOD. How do you find these songs? LOL!
Hadn’t heard that one before. “Beep Beep” I’m familiar with from car shows.
A fun, light-hearted era of music, wasn’t it?
I still have the butt welts! :-)
But we're real close now.
Sounds rad....like YOU!
Good to see ya, JJ! :)
Dude!
You have plenty of hair!
Unless you’ve taken to shaving YOUR head, too! :)
It was lighthearted because sex was restricted to the marital bed — and those engaged to be married. The Sixties changed all that.
He had to be awfully cute then! I have always had a crush on Paul! LOL!
....and Elvis....and Sean....and Clark....and hm...can’t think of any modern guys that hold a candle to those! :)
The early 60s were fun...but then Vietnam made them dark.
I still have such respect for all the military heroes who weren’t given the respect and honor they deserved!
In the early Eighties, I was between serious relationships, and I had a whole lot of tickets to classical music concerts in the Los Angeles area. I teamed with a lesbian lady who was in a committed relationship with a another lesbian who taught at the same elementary school but who had no time for classical music. She and I shared a deep love of classical music -- and of women with long hair.
In those days the Los Angeles Philharmonic held their concerts at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. I had just lost a lot of weight and was wearing my new three-piece suit. My lesbian concert partner was also dressed to the nines. The Pavilion had full length tinted mirrors on the stairways to the upper levels, and as she and I ascended the stairs, I was busy admiring my new look. (I can be shameless about that.)
Coming down the stairway was a woman who looked like a young red-headed Mia Farrow accompanied by a much older man. My eyes attempted to crash through my glasses, and my lesbian concert partner audibly moaned.
ME: We're too late. She found her sugar daddy.
SHE: You idiot, that her father! Don't you see the resemblance? Besides, she's gay!
ME: To you, everybody's gay.
SHE: No, I'm gay, she's gay, you're not gay.
ME: I bet you twenty dollars I can get her phone number before you can.
SHE: You're on! Race you to her!
We speed-walked back down the stairs to the bar where she and her older squire were sipping wine. In the next few minutes, my concert partner collected her phone number and my twenty dollars. I learned an expensive lesson. Her gaydar was to be trusted, not mine.
No, all of the hair on the top of my head is gone like the wind. ;-)
Several years ago you could not see the top of my head!
ROFL
I have to admit I was green with envy. He was really cute. The only thing about a guy that cute is every other girl is trying to take them away. LOL!
We got each other in trouble - - constantly.
And both got the butt welts. OUCH!
Like you and your sister, we’re close now but we sure were antagonists when we were young.
I could not because you are really tall and I’m really short. LOL!
LOL! I might have the garb but can’t say I’m as limber as that lil gal.
Thankfully gaydar is 3-D nowadays.
I would have loved to see dashing you in your 3-piece suit!
Lesbians have an uncanny radar. Wonder if the guys are as astute.
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