This is a story of a young couple that met at a dance in the mid 1960’s; they had a romantic relationship for about one year before eventually breaking up and going their separate ways.

It all started at a Halloween dance in 1965. A young fifteen-year-old girl was working at the concession stand at a teen dance in her hometown. Although she was already quite wise to life in general and had been sexual with a guy once before, she would eventually meet the boy that at that time she thought would be hers forever.

He was a sixteen-year-old that came from another town, although that town was nearby; she had never met him before. He had never had a girlfriend and hadn’t ever dated anyone in the past either.

This evening, he and a friend decided to attend this dance, but they had also decided that it would be a good idea to get drunk first. They had bought a bottle of rye whiskey, and had shared it, neither of them had much experience with alcohol at this point, so they easily got drunk together, drinking half of the bottle prior to entering the dance, and then the rest of it at different intervals throughout the night.

The young girl’s name was Vicky, and the boy’s name was Albert. Before he had gotten overly intoxicated, Albert went downstairs to the concession at the dance. Behind the counter of the concession stand was Vicky and another girl. Albert got what he wanted and returned upstairs to the dance. What he didn’t know at the time was that Vicky had looked at her friend and said: “Don’t even think about it, he is mine.” For her, it was love at first sight.

Later in the evening, when Vicky had finished her shift at the concession, she went upstairs to the dance, and she was looking for that boy that she had seen at the concession, she hoped he would be alone and not with another girl, she wanted him, and she was prepared to do whatever it took to get him. It didn’t take her long to find him sitting on one of the benches upstairs.

She walked right over to him and asked him to dance with her. He had a look of bewilderment on his face but got up and danced with her. One dance turned into two dances, and two dances turned into dancing together for most of the night. Albert liked her, but he was drunk, and by this time, he was much drunker than he was when he went down to the concession. He and his friend had polished off that 26-ounce bottle of Rye Whiskey.

Vicky had done everything she could think of making Albert want her, but he was drunk; she had given him her phone number and asked him to call her the next day. Although he didn’t remember doing it, he had also given her his phone number.

That night at the dance, they had kissed each other often, she was enjoying it while Albert wasn’t sure what was happening.

The next day, a hung over Albert stayed in bed most of the day, he was hurting, but he did find Vicky’s phone number, he did remember her from the night before, but dismissed what had happened as if to say, why would she want me, and he thought that would be the end of it.

Then a few hours later, sometime after dinner, the phone rang, Albert’s dad answered the phone and said: “It’s for you.” Albert took the phone, and it was Vicky.

She began: “Hi Albert, it’s Vicky, I hope you remember meeting me last night at the dance, I know you were drunk, but I thought we had a good time.”

Albert was silent for a few seconds, but then he replied: “I remember, I think, you are a very good-looking girl.”