If one is good, then two must be great, he said laughingly. I smiled and nodded in agreement. But later, when thinking about it, I began to have my misgivings and in fact concluded that I could think of several exceptions to that rule.
My mind went back to when, as a boy of seventeen (yes, I was seventeen once) I was facing the impending crisis confronted by every high school boy with two left feet, the Senior Prom. More specifically, although I frequently talked about girls, I seldom if ever actually talked to one. Now, I was going to have to ask one to a dance.
After considering my options, I narrowed them down to a couple of safe choices. By that I mean girls whose laughter would not reverberate throughout the halls of the school upon my invitation. My town, like many, was subtlety divided into white collar and…
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