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<blockquote data-quote="Hobbes" data-source="post: 1864809" data-attributes="member: 3371"><p>Chewing the wrapper:</p><p></p><p>Jeff Duntemann KG7JF</p><p></p><p>It was 1971, and I was a college sophomore at a beer bust put on by a fraternity hungry enough for pledges to admit anyone. I was dressed in a bright yellow sweater and bright purple bell-bottoms, trying very hard to grow my hair without realizing the ultimate futility of the effort. (Can you picture me with shoulder-length hair? Sigh. I can't either.)</p><p></p><p>As often happens at parties, an impassioned discussion between two people begins to attract a crowd, and before long a considerable fraction of the party was watching me debate some half-sloshed prelaw type on the merits of bringing the United Nations into the Vietnam conflict. Or maybe it was the moral imperative of passing the E.R.A. I forget--because all the while I was half-watching a gorgeous young woman who was hanging on my every word, following my discourse with this look of unbelieving awe on her face.</p><p></p><p>Shall we say this was not an everyday occurrence, and her interest inspired me to even greater heights of eloquence. Was it my sweater? My sideburns? Or could it be that at least one girl in this five-and-dime college appreciated the power of brains over biceps?</p><p></p><p>The prelaw slurred some minor insult at me and slunk away, defeated. The crowd wandered off--but she hung on, eyes like sapphires riveted upon me, and in our single moment of intimacy she breathlessly revealed the secret of her admiration: "You know, you always talk in complete sentences!" </p><p></p><p>My God! She had thrown away the gum and was chewing the wrapper! What about my passion? What about my social awareness? What about my obvious allegiance to the greater good of mankind? No matter--she went home with some football player, and I went home with my complete sentences. </p><p></p><p><strong>I guess in the long run we both got what we deserved.</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hobbes, post: 1864809, member: 3371"] Chewing the wrapper: Jeff Duntemann KG7JF It was 1971, and I was a college sophomore at a beer bust put on by a fraternity hungry enough for pledges to admit anyone. I was dressed in a bright yellow sweater and bright purple bell-bottoms, trying very hard to grow my hair without realizing the ultimate futility of the effort. (Can you picture me with shoulder-length hair? Sigh. I can't either.) As often happens at parties, an impassioned discussion between two people begins to attract a crowd, and before long a considerable fraction of the party was watching me debate some half-sloshed prelaw type on the merits of bringing the United Nations into the Vietnam conflict. Or maybe it was the moral imperative of passing the E.R.A. I forget--because all the while I was half-watching a gorgeous young woman who was hanging on my every word, following my discourse with this look of unbelieving awe on her face. Shall we say this was not an everyday occurrence, and her interest inspired me to even greater heights of eloquence. Was it my sweater? My sideburns? Or could it be that at least one girl in this five-and-dime college appreciated the power of brains over biceps? The prelaw slurred some minor insult at me and slunk away, defeated. The crowd wandered off--but she hung on, eyes like sapphires riveted upon me, and in our single moment of intimacy she breathlessly revealed the secret of her admiration: "You know, you always talk in complete sentences!" My God! She had thrown away the gum and was chewing the wrapper! What about my passion? What about my social awareness? What about my obvious allegiance to the greater good of mankind? No matter--she went home with some football player, and I went home with my complete sentences. [B]I guess in the long run we both got what we deserved.[/B] [/QUOTE]
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