In 1963, Leslie Gore sang a song about a boy who thought he could dictate how she lived simply because she dated him.
I experienced that at age 15.
It started when a boy at school invited me to the homecoming dance and I accepted.
Next a woman from our church called to tell my mom that she knew the boy and I would be safe with him. Mom was puzzled by that but accepted it.
Then the boy suggested we attend the homecoming bonfire the night before the dance. He said his father would drop us off and pick us up. Then he assured me that wouldn’t happen the night of the dance because we would be going with his older cousin and the cousin’s girlfriend. Then he warned me we would not be able to eavesdrop on them as they only spoke to each other in French.
So, we went to the bonfire then the dance and had a good time at each.
Next he showed up at my locker saying he had made arrangements to walk me the mile home from school then go on to where his father worked to wait for a ride home.
He continued to show up at my locker after school each day.
I didn’t want him to walk me home but I was not brave enough to tell him that.
So, I took everything with me to my last class and left from there without going to my locker.
I don’t know how long that would have gone on if Mom had not said we were moving to Minneapolis three days later so I never saw the boy again.
I eventually figured out the boy chose me because we were in second year Spanish class together so he decided we would be like his cousin who only spoke French to his girlfriend.
He never asked me what I wanted.
TTYL,
Linda