As I was "promised" I missed high school dating which at a girl's parochial school isn’t much to miss. As a concession to my high school status I was allowed Saturdays “girls night out”. The Desoto meant I was the driver.
My new school friends in exchange invited me to slumber parties at their homes and taught me about makeup. I learned how to look older, hide minor blemishes, make my eyes more oval, paint my nails and style my hair. It was my first experience of looking pretty to be noticed. I loved wearing lipstick.
The game was to see how much makeup we could get away with at school until
forced to go to the lavatory and wash it off. We polished our toe nails unseen
by the nuns and did our finger nails Fridays after school then smudged them
clean Monday mornings. I loved wearing lipstick and applied it before the rear
view mirror as soon as entering the Desoto after school. I raised the hem of my
skirt to the height limit imposed by the nuns and higher out of school.
Neither Mom nor my fiancée were in favor of my driving on girl’s night out” or the makeup sessions but I enjoyed both. They became my allotted weekly highlight. We put on makeup and I drove them about so they could seek boys.
Engaged to a man, the only one I ever kissed provided a degree of self-confidence. A man loved me, whatever love was. I knew he was going to be successful, enjoyed cooking for him and enjoyed my “already taken” status. While controlling, he never belittled or physically threatened me. With him, I was safe, safer than being alone or at home were lack of money was a constant threat.
He brought groceries to our house for me to cook, ate there and took
leftovers to his parents resulting in my cooking for 10 and our engagement
pleasing all. I was happiest with him at our dinner table and me at the stove cooking,
especially if Dad was there and we cooked together.
Friday nights we saw a movie, went to a San Jose State football game, went out for pizza or drove around but rarely stayed at either of our houses. We went to the County Fair and spent more time looking at the animals than at the carnival. Foolishly he tried to win a teddy bear but settled on a pair of fuzzy dice to hang from his car mirror. The best part was eating hot buttered corn on a stick. A few heads turned if we held hands in public, not due to our age difference but race, but in hindsight some of the men may have been staring at me.
We did things which didn’t cost much like go to the Rosicrucian Museum to
look at mummies.
Once we went to the international flight section of San Francisco Airport.
There we contentedly spent an evening watching travelers arrive and depart at
the gates and imagined we were dressed up and coming from or going to the
exotic locations posted.