Dating in the 1960's

26 Jan 2010

It was a hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1960, and Fred had a date
with Peggy.
He arrived at her house and rang the bell.
"Oh, come on in," Peggy's mother said as she welcomed Fred. "Peggy will be
ready in a moment. Take a seat. Would you like something to drink? Lemonade?
Iced tea?"
"Lemonade, please," said Fred. Mom brought the drink.
"So, what are you and Peggy planning to do tonight?" she asked.
"We're going to a movie, and then maybe we'll grab a bite to eat and take a
walk on the beach..."

"Peggy likes to screw, you know," Mom informed him.
"Really?" Fred replied, as his eyebrows rose.

"Oh yes," her mother continued. "When she goes out with her friends, that's
all they do"
"Is that so?" asked Fred, incredulous.
"Yes," said mother. "As a matter of fact, she'd screw all night if we let
her."

"Well, thanks for the tip," said Fred as he began thinking about alternate
plans for the evening.
Moments later, Peggy came down stairs looking pretty as a picture, wearing a
pink blouse and a hoop skirt, and with her hair tied back in a bouncy
ponytail. She greeted Fred.
"Have fun you two," her mother said as they left.

Half an hour later, a dishevelled Peggy burst into the house and slammed the
front door behind her.

"The Twist, Mom!" she angrily yelled at her mother.."The fucking dance is called the Twist!"