dibbons
Well-Known Member
Too bashful, I guess, to have dated in high school. When I was 19 (1975), I asked a girl to a local dance and when we got back that evening, I parked my 1963 Pontiac Grand Prix in front of her house. Then I got bold enough to ask her for a kiss (she complied, but grossed me out with her tongue). Never dated her again because I started going to the dances alone and meeting prettier girls.
Last night (42 years later) after doing a few internet searches, I found her married name, found her on facebook, and sent her a text message. She moved from Salinas, CA to Arkansas 22 years ago, is married with daughter. She did not remember the "dance" but remembered my name and the place we met (cruising main street). It's amazing what/who I can find when I get bored in the evenings. I am honestly just curious about what happened to all these people I met along the way. (no, I don't tell my wife about these certain "innocent" activities).
Here is the car I was driving at the time:
Last night (42 years later) after doing a few internet searches, I found her married name, found her on facebook, and sent her a text message. She moved from Salinas, CA to Arkansas 22 years ago, is married with daughter. She did not remember the "dance" but remembered my name and the place we met (cruising main street). It's amazing what/who I can find when I get bored in the evenings. I am honestly just curious about what happened to all these people I met along the way. (no, I don't tell my wife about these certain "innocent" activities).
Here is the car I was driving at the time:
The 389 4 would push the car very nicely 















