Reading through some other threads and posts inspired this thread: The Blind Date Thread.
Bear has been on a few in his "sheltered" life.....
About 1965.....my best friend's girlfriend set me up. We climbed in the car and talked about what we were going to do. She said, in a strangely husky voice, "I wanna play some baseball." Don't remember what we did that night but I ran into her about ten (10) years later. She was playing softball on a bar team that was mostly lesbians. (Not that there is anything wrong with that. )
1966.....had a blind date and a couple more dates, with a young woman from Ottawa, IL. I was living off and on in Chicago and even the drive from north Chicago to Ottawa was too much to keep the relationship going. I do distinctly remember it being my first major encounter with "king size sprawl". The area around Arlington Heights was where we went to the flicks and it was booming.
1967.....I was at a Whitmer High football game a year after I graduated. Standing in front of me was a gorgeous blonde, on a date with some tall guy. I told my friend Mickey that "she's cool" and thought no more about her. A week later, another friend set me up with a girl named "Anita". When I picked her up it was the same blonde. We had a great time and went out a few times after, until she moved away for college.
1968.....a friend of mine set me up on a blind date with a girl from Findlay, OH. We had a nice time but there was no "spark". (Some would read that last line as "no nookie".) On the trip back north to Toledo my old Plymouth Valiant's floor-mounted bright light swtich started on fire. I pulled into a gas station and the attendants told me that Martin Luther King had just been shot. It was ironic, because the girl who had set me up on the date was in Memphis, marching with the refuse workers and Doctor King.
My vision returned in 1969 and I no longer needed to be "set-up".
Bear Thinking About The Tall Drink Of Water Named Anita