“come on strong!!”

%22come on strong!!%22

Handwritten page of a diary dated November 14, 1966

…  water balloon contest. And it was nice of him to take me inside his house since I was dripping wet. Their phone was ringing but before he answered it he pointed to a chest of drawers and told me to look in the bottom drawer if I wanted a dry shirt. I found his Beatles T-shirt (which is really too small for him anyway and I wish he’d tell me to just keep it) and this magazine page fell from the drawer onto the floor.

By the time he came in the room I had changed into his shirt (in the closet just in case) and I was reading the page. He said, “I don’t really read Playboy all the time – uh, sorry – but I know I’ll need a suit for the winter formal and I was going to ask you if you liked this blue one.”

I said “I don’t care if you read Playboy. I really don’t. But there is something wrong with this advertisement.”

He said, “You don’t like that guys hair …” and I said “Yes he looks like a squeaky clean Tony Curtis, but that’s not it either.” So he kept looking at it and couldn’t find anything wrong. So I finally told him about the book “The Feminine Mystique” which my aunt loaned me. But he obviously had never heard of it so I had to tell him the gist of it. Women don’t need for you to “come on strong with the exclamation points. They don’t need men to be in charge of everything.” I made him read the first sentence of the advertisement — which said “Get that DOMINATING feeling in the Forward Fashion Suit.” Then he asked if he promised that we went to prom as equal partners — then would I like the suit and I said “Sure. In that case. As long as you don’t comb your hair like Tony Curtis.”

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Handwritten page of a diary dated August 5, 1965

…  and he only let me borrow the matchbook if I swore on Grandma Brown’s big old Bible that I would not use more than two of the matches which I figured would be easy enough since I don’t even smoke myself. Besides Marty down at the Riviera is the only person I wanted to impress by having these matches anyway.

So I go down there Saturday and as always Marty pulls out a cigarette and he says “Got a match?” and I said “Not since Superman died” and everybody laughs even though it’s the stupidest joke I ever told because really if you think about it Superman isn’t even dead. So he says “Hey, Jokemeister, do you have a match or not, and I pull out the matches in a way that I can be sure he’ll see the cover. And he whistles and says “Whoa Gentlemen, look who has been to the swankiest spot in town” and he shows it to everyone and they’re looking at me like they don’t believe I went there, but they’re not just exactly 100 percent sure.

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