Despite the content, this is still about the Jell-O bath
I lived in an apartment complex several blocks away from my friend Alan. Between our apartments was that of The Girls. The Girls actually lived in two apartments and collectively were: Big Carol, Little Carol, Big Vicky, Little Vicky, Diane, Lisa, and another woman whose name I forget (and I really feel bad about forgetting as Alan and I spent a lot of time at the girls’ apartment).
It should be noted that Big Carol was an average sized girl, Little Carol was on the petite side, Little Vicky was average sized and Big Vicky was on the plus edge of things.
Lisa, Diane, and The Other Girl all seemed about the right size for their names but, as they were just a sample of one, it’s hard to know.
Our story will focus primarily — well, only — on the apartment made up of Lisa, Big Carol, and The Other Girl. I believe Diane lived with them as well but, people, this was a long time ago.
They were all on cuties, pleasant, and tolerant of Alan and me.
If I had daughters I would want them to grow up as I believe Carol, Lisa, The Other Girl and Diane, did. Not necessarily sheltered, but not so worldly that it would make a father worry too much about what his daughter was up to. It was not uncommon for me or Alan to say something that would make Lisa turn bright red and start fanning herself with her hand. And it isn’t like we were doing Lenny Bruce material.
Alan and I were harmless as far as boys went — certainly by The Girls’ standards anyway. About once a week we’d find ourselves in the girls’ apartment in the evening, having a beer or two, and watching television with them. When they got tired they’d all go up to their bedrooms and ask us to lock up when we left. (Lisa and I had briefly, and casually, dated earlier in the year, but by this time we were all buddies.)
So. What do we need to take away from this?
- Alan and I had a group of female friends who trusted us enough … thought we were harmless enough … that they’d let us hang in their apartment after they went to bed.
- If I had daughters I’d want them to be like these girls. That is, not one that I’d expect to say something like, “A Jell-O bath?! Count me in!”
Which made what happened all the more surprising.
