When I was in college, years ago, anything went.When I was in college, years ago, anything went. We were threatened by syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes, crabs. All of them are inconvenient, some could make you sterile, but seldom did anyone die of venereal disease. The Pill had freed us forever, we thought, from the threat of unwanted pregnancy. Sex was readily available to any normally attracive individual, and poular wisdom had it that to be young and in college was to be kinky. I tell you this so that those of you who weren't there will understand, and those of you who were will remember. I was a junior in that year of 1971, and I had a boyfriend by the name of Dave. Our sex life was good--we did some experimenting--but not what I would have called spectacular. We partied a lot. Didn't everbody? At one of the parties, we encountered an old friend of his, an acquaintance of mine. The reason she wasn't a friend of mine was that Dave and she flirted constantly, or rather, he'd come on to her and she'd tell him to call her when he didn't have a girlfriend. We all got rather drunk at that party, and since Dave was the best of us at getting home alive and tipsy, he offered to drive her home. She accepted, and climbed into the back seat. I was surprised when he drove straight to our house, but she didn't say an anything and we all settled down to watch "Saturday Night Live. |