Him: So why are you asking all these questions about me? Are you writing a book about me?
Me: No. No book. I just like to know things about people, especially my friends. I’m not nosey – just curious.
Him: Same thing.
Me: OK. Here’s the deal – you grew up in New York city. I grew up all over the world and mostly on military bases. So your youth must have been a lot different than mine.
I know what I did for fun. What I don’t have a clue about is what city kids of your generation did.
Him: What do you want to know?
Me: Well…….how big was your high school?
Me: See, that’s a medium size city in Montana. There were only 100 in my graduating class.
Him: I think there about 1800 in my class. Our school annual only had room for pictures of seniors.
Me: Wow. Seems like it would be hard to get all the seniors to sign your annual.
Him: Yes it was. I think I was the only one who got all the signatures. I should have been more careful. One girl signed that she would love me forever. My girlfriend saw that and got really mad. Bad news.
Me: That is so foreign to my experience. Tell me about your girlfriend.
Him: Define girl friend?
Me: Girlfriend. You know. Girlfriend. Your first love. That sort of thing.
Him: Well……girlfriend is different to a city boy. To you, it was probably someone you held hands with and kissed a lot. Right?
Me: Of course. How would define girlfriend?
Him: Someone you saw naked and had sex with.
Me: (laughing hysterically) Ok. That certainly describes a certain level of commitment. Where could you go in the city to do that? Central park or what?
Him: No. We usually looked for a parked car. Cadillacs and Lincolns were the best. More room. You had to be careful though. A guy named Luigie or Luciano might own the car and if he caught you it could get ugly.
Me: (More laughing hysterically)