Sometimes as a teenager everything seems simple. In the summer of 1970, I had a crush on a woman I worked with. I had just finished my freshman year in college. I had asked her out once, but she didn’t answer the question. She said something like, “Let me think about it.” I was neither fazed nor discouraged. At the time, I was always dating someone anyway. During work one day, a month or so later, she said she was going down to a beach named Sound View with a girlfriend to visit her folks. It is a relatively small community.
I thought it might be fun to go down and see if “we” could find the cottage. By “we” I mean anyone I could talk into this misadventure. So after work I called Galloping Gary. I told him about the two girls and he knew Sound View wasn’t that far anyway. What I neglected to tell him was the “I don’t know where the cottage is” part. We hopped in my car and off we went. Not surprisingly, we never found the cottage and Gary was pissed. “You mean you never knew where we were going and it’s all ready dark?” I just nodded.
I said, well let’s grab a burger at that place by the beach. After we ate, we walked the beach. Within seconds of stopping to sit, two girls our age wandered over near us, and start skipping stones in the ocean. Gary whispered to me, “Bud, we being ‘picked up.’” Gary had a lot of confidence, and he was right, within minutes they were sitting with us. Both were very attractive and we could not believe our luck. We enjoyed the evening. Gary still gave me a hard time about the non-existent cottage. I said, “Shit man, it all worked out.” Gary said, “You were just lucky.” Sometimes, it is good to be lucky.
Oh. About that girl I worked with that we never found that night. She did end up saying, “yes” to a date. After college, we got married and had four terrific kids. We are long since divorced, but we spent about twenty years together. I wonder what happened to those two girls we met at Sound View. I am single, afterall.