Dad wasn’t worried because he knew I was only interested in the date because of the car. It was a little yellow convertible sports car. I loved that car.
This reminded me that the dating criteria in my high school were also car-based. Things seem to be a little different when kids live in a city where there is some form of public transportation (not Ottawa, obviously) or where they can walk to movies or restaurants or other entertainment venues.
As I’ve mentioned a million times, however, I grew up rural and went to a high school where everyone’s family were farmers. You were either yellow-bussed to school or you drove a car. And if you were a guy and didn’t have a car, you didn’t date. End of story.
And, guys were rated on their dateability first and foremost according to the type of car they drove. Sad but true.
The guys who drove Corvettes, Cameros, Trans Ams, Mustangs and MGBs, no matter how creepy they were, (and the Corvette guys were seriously creepy) could get a date with any girl they wanted. At least one date anyway.
Barracudas, Chargers, Challengers, Roadrunners, GTXs and such were second in the string of hot date cars.
Lots of guys, of course, had pick-up trucks and they appealed to a certain group of girls, especially if the trucks were “souped-up”. We didn’t really know what that meant aside from that it made the truck look a lot cooler than our Dads’ pick-ups.
But it was sexy climbing high into the cab and squirming and sliding out of those things in a skirt. And it was fun sitting close to your date, straddling the hump, with his arm around you while the pick-up bumped and jiggled along country roads with little or no shocks. And every so often your date would reach between your legs with his only free hand, steering with his legs, so he could shift that big, long gear stick up and down, over and up, down and over, way over…
Um…where was I?
Oh ya, at the bottom of the date car barrel were El Caminos, Rancheros, Pacers, Dodge Darts, Comets, Novas and station wagons. You really had to be madly crushing on a guy to date him if he was driving one of these. It was better for a guy to have no car of his own and borrow his parents’ Buick than show up in an El Camino.
Some guys had motorcycles. They were considered to be ultra-cool, bad boy guys, but no girl really wanted to go out on a date on a motorcycle. And no guy in his right mind would even propose a motorcycle date, unless he had his own place, because there’s really not a lot of make-out space on a motorcycle.
And speaking of make-out space, we mustn’t forget The Vans.
Vans were in a category all on their own. I’m not talking the 7-seater family mini-van we’re all familiar with today. I’m talking the Custom Chevy Van. All tricked out with wall-to-wall-to-wall shag carpet, sleeping bags, a sofa, big honkin’ speakers and many of the other comforts of home.
Man, you better have been ready to put out if you accepted a date with a guy who drove one of these babies.
And speaking of putting out, what sort of criteria do you reckon the guys used when deciding which girl to ask out?