Remember those teen romances?

AZ Jim

AZ Jim

R.I.P. With Us In Spirit Only
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When I was a kid, I was so glad when Friday and Saturday “date night” came around. Sometimes there was a dance, sometimes a beach party but often just a “made up” destination to get your girl out so you could be together.
My high school sweethearts (I had different ones for each of the four years) all etched memories in my that linger to this day. Maybe nothing is more vivid than those young romances where it all meant so much. I showed my 11[SUP]th[/SUP] grade enough attention that her Dad started watching me……..like a hawk. The irony is we (she and I) had not done anything beyond lots of kisses.


Dance nights found me at the flower shop picking up the corsage she would wear, then there was the “cute” little ceremony of pinning it on her in front of her parents (thrilling). The dance usually found the boys outside smoking a cigarette and the girls huddled together talking about the boys outside smoking I imagine.
Still, it was romantic. Dance music was mostly slow dreamy stuff, the platters, the various DoWop groups, you know the rhythm and blues goodies all afforded an opportunity to hold the girl close and in many cases gave we guys a chance to sing in their softly (we imagined the girls would be unable to resist us and our raging hormones later).
After the dance we discovered the girls COULD in fact resist much to our horror.

To this day I still see them all as they were not the almost 80 year old ladies they most likely became. I’d love to do it all again…wouldn't you?
 

AZ Jim said:
... To this day I still see them all as they were not the almost 80 year old ladies they most likely became. I’d love to do it all again…wouldn't you?
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That's one of those loaded questions ... if I could do it all again knowing what I know now, sure.

But at least there was that sense of adventure, of forbidden thrills waiting around the corner and of course the brag sessions with my buddies.

And yes - I remember all of them like it was yesterday and they're eternally young.
 
SifuPhil said:
That's one of those loaded questions ... if I could do it all again knowing what I know now, sure.

But at least there was that sense of adventure, of forbidden thrills waiting around the corner and of course the brag sessions with my buddies.

And yes - I remember all of them like it was yesterday and they're eternally young.
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The brag sessions never happened for me. I kept anything I was doing between the girl and I. It paid off.
 

Hubby and I lived those days together and still love to reminisce about how much fun it was. He tells me he still sees me as that 15 year old girl and I call him a liar,but it could be true because I still see him as that 17 year old boy.It was soooo romantic,and Friday and Saturday night dates were what we lived for. I would love to relive those days...
 
Mrs. Robinson said:
Hubby and I lived those days together and still love to reminisce about how much fun it was. He tells me he still sees me as that 15 year old girl and I call him a liar,but it could be true because I still see him as that 17 year old boy.It was soooo romantic,and Friday and Saturday night dates were what we lived for. I would love to relive those days...
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Well, in a way you guys still have that magic. Youth is fun but it doesn't last.
 
Although I was (still am) a nonconformist and did not date in the manner you describe, I had my share of girlfriends. I was more of an undercover man (pun intended). My parents had no idea what I was up to. That is, until my girlfriend became pregnant about a year after graduation. I'd already left home and was on my own by then so it wasn't like I was a kid anymore. Of course, in those days I "had to get married". I was 19. It lasted eight years.
 
Louis said:
Although I was (still am) a nonconformist and did not date in the manner you describe, I had my share of girlfriends. I was more of an undercover man (pun intended). My parents had no idea what I was up to. That is, until my girlfriend became pregnant about a year after graduation. I'd already left home and was on my own by then so it wasn't like I was a kid anymore. Of course, in those days I "had to get married". I was 19. It lasted eight years.
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Yes,in those days you "had to get married." I think that`s why our parents agreed to sign for us to get married at 17 & 19. They no doubt figured they would "have to" at some point anyway. BTW,our firstborn arrived 9 months and 9 days after we married. Whew!

And yes,we still have that magic :)
 
Mrs. Robinson said:
Yes,in those days you "had to get married." I think that`s why our parents agreed to sign for us to get married at 17 & 19. They no doubt figured they would "have to" at some point anyway. BTW,our firstborn arrived 9 months and 9 days after we married. Whew!

And yes,we still have that magic :)
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Yours is a story of true love...good for you both. :love_heart:
 
Mrs. Robinson said:
Hubby and I lived those days together and still love to reminisce about how much fun it was. He tells me he still sees me as that 15 year old girl and I call him a liar,but it could be true because I still see him as that 17 year old boy.It was soooo romantic,and Friday and Saturday night dates were what we lived for. I would love to relive those days...
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How sweet! :love_heart:
 
Mrs. Robinson said:
Hubby and I lived those days together and still love to reminisce about how much fun it was. He tells me he still sees me as that 15 year old girl and I call him a liar,but it could be true because I still see him as that 17 year old boy.It was soooo romantic,and Friday and Saturday night dates were what we lived for. I would love to relive those days...
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Mrs. Robinson said:
Yes,in those days you "had to get married." I think that`s why our parents agreed to sign for us to get married at 17 & 19. They no doubt figured they would "have to" at some point anyway. BTW,our firstborn arrived 9 months and 9 days after we married. Whew!

And yes,we still have that magic :)
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My wife and I have been together since we were 13!! We still remember most of our times together..My mother had to sign for me to get married as I was only 19 and a male needed to be 21 in Illinois. My wife was also 19 and a female had to be only 18.

We waited a little over a year for our first born so to keep the neighbors wrong!!!
 
I was always a free spirit. My family was oblivious to my behaviour, I am certain looking like a vestal virgin helped. Many romantic moonlit trysts on the beach with the boy with the purple eyes. I can still smell the ocean, and hear his guitar. Apparently he still regrets that I miscarried our child. He had the soul of a poet, and a part of me loves him still. I see him every few years. He is married, we never cross the line, but the magic remains. Sigh. He has aged well, masses of curly silver hair, resembles Mark Harmon.
 
Mrs. Robinson said:
Yes,in those days you "had to get married." I think that`s why our parents agreed to sign for us to get married at 17 & 19. They no doubt figured they would "have to" at some point anyway. BTW,our firstborn arrived 9 months and 9 days after we married. Whew!

And yes,we still have that magic :)
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Mrs. Robinson, we were married the same ages as you two. I had gone steady with my girl for about a year and when I finished my basic training, Army, we decided to get married. I had a three day pass, over Christmas, and that's why we were married Christmas Day, 1956.

And yes, the first thing we do in the morning, and the last thing we do at night, is a big old kiss and a hug.
 
Shalimar said:
I was always a free spirit. My family was oblivious to my behaviour, I am certain looking like a vestal virgin helped. Many romantic moonlit trysts on the beach with the boy with the purple eyes. I can still smell the ocean, and hear his guitar. Apparently he still regrets that I miscarried our child. He had the soul of a poet, and a part of me loves him still. I see him every few years. He is married, we never cross the line, but the magic remains. Sigh. He has aged well, masses of curly silver hair, resembles Mark Harmon.
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That sounds so poetic and romantic!
 
I'm the odd girl out here.....I was a vestal virgin. I had very strict parents and didn't date. I had crushes and lots of boys liked me. I was pretty and I was friendly but I didn't go out with them. I was a virgin when I met my husband but wasn't one when I married him. ;)
 
I had a high school romance that morphed into a summer romance and then bit the biscuit, so to speak. Picnics on the beach, and playing in the waves was fun, until things got hot and heavy but I wasn't ready for anything more or risky, although he certainly was. So it was Sayonnara, I was sad and mad. The next time I saw him was in a local pub while I was with my friends, he was with his crowd sitting next to his very pregnant girlfriend. No, I didn't say hello.
 
I wasn't very good at teenage romance, always felt awkward around girls, being a bit of a late developer, I didn't become a teenager until after my wife died some 20 years ago, then I had a decade of very sweet romances :D
 
I got within three weeks (invitations out, dress hanging on the door, etc.) of marrying my high school sweetheart at 18 when he backed out. That was the best thing that ever happened to me. He had tried to talk me into ditching the "wedding" and just running away to Kentucky (he was 20) to get married. I said no, I wanted a wedding. He said, OK, I don't want to get married. He got married three weeks later (ON "OUR" WEDDING DAY, NO LESS) to his pregnant ex-girlfriend who he had been messing around with on the side.

Ah, yes, those "shotgun" weddings back then. And then, when a 9-pound baby was born seven months after the wedding, both grandma's were kept busy assuring every one that the baby was two months premature.....a BIG premature baby.
 
Thank you Debby, it was. He still has the first poem I wrote for him when I was seventeen. When he went away to become a Para, he left me his guitar, which I have kept all these years. He named his son after me. (His first wife died of an aneurism the day after their child was born.) I had a new son at the time, and a relationship, or I would have gone to him in a heart beat. He was a successful entertainment lawyer in Torronna for many years.
 
jujube said:
I got within three weeks (invitations out, dress hanging on the door, etc.) of marrying my high school sweetheart at 18 when he backed out. That was the best thing that ever happened to me. He had tried to talk me into ditching the "wedding" and just running away to Kentucky (he was 20) to get married. I said no, I wanted a wedding. He said, OK, I don't want to get married. He got married three weeks later (ON "OUR" WEDDING DAY, NO LESS) to his pregnant ex-girlfriend who he had been messing around with on the side.

Ah, yes, those "shotgun" weddings back then. And then, when a 9-pound baby was born seven months after the wedding, both grandma's were kept busy assuring every one that the baby was two months premature.....a BIG premature baby.
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Wow, jujube. What a guy. Not all that different from my old hs bf (actually my first real bf)…..who I thought was the love of my life (pfftt). Makeup, breakup, back and forth. Unlike your situation, no wedding plans, but he sure could talk trash. He couldn’t keep it in his pants, KWIM? Got some girl pregnant, he and his family moved away, then a couple years after hs he married another girl who he got pregnant. Yep, he kept busy.

I think you and I both dodged bullets.

But, to answer Jim’s question, I loved the excitement of teen romance! :) Parking on a deserted country road…….do kids still do that?
 
Steaming up the windows .......straightening up if we saw headlights approaching.

I bet police and state troopers have some interesting stories from those days.
 

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