1974

One night, it was late October, I was nursing a beer in a small neighborhood bar. The waitress, mid twenties, talked with me as the place was quiet except for a regular at the bar. I mentioned I had a long walk home, my car was in the shop. She offered a ride, the bartender let her go home early.

She drove an old Triumph, and she let me drive. When we got to my place, an off to the side one bedroom that at one time was a one car garage. We went in, she said something about changing the sheets. There wasn't much fanfare, she stripped the dirty sheets off and lay a towel on the bed and laid back on it. I didn't respond so opening her shirt 'you want tits?'

Sex was mechanical on both parts. Quick to, no foreplay. She pulled her clothes back on, hot her keys and left. I'd gotten laid, she'd gotten lucky. That's what we called it then.