To pay my way through
college I got a job as the night telephone operator at the University
switchboard. The few calls that did come in were pretty interesting.
The night watchmen, who called in every half hour from their rounds,
loved to gossip about the spicy things they saw students doing down
on the South Oval.
The downtown telephone operator, Pat, would call sometimes just to talk,
one telephone operator to another. My predecessor at the switchboard
had told me she might be calling, that she was very nice. She had a
very sweet voice, and I conjured up all kinds of images as to what a
beautiful girl she must be. Finally, one night I agreed to meet after
work in a little grassy park at the edge of town. When I arrived she
was already there, lying on her back on the grass. It was warm and she
was wearing a very loose dressshe was slender, sandy blonde, very
nice looking. We were already quite well acquainted from our many conversations,
but I wasnt prepared for things to happen so fast. In no time,
she just kinda slipped under me and I was on top of her. Mind you, this
was well before the sexual revolution of the 60s and my head was
full of reservations, fears about venereal disease, fears about getting
a girl pregnant and being responsible for her. She said, Do you
want to do it? I really did want to since she was a very tempting
morsel, and I made a little attempt, but with all my fears and mixed
emotions I couldnt do anything. She was very understanding.
As we started to
leave, a taxi pulled up and drove us back, first me, and then her. The
taxi driver knew her and wouldnt let me pay. About a year later
I heard that Pat had left her job to have a baby, out of wedlock. I
felt kind of sad for her.