I was only eighteen (and a gullible guy). She was ‘Homecoming Queen’, yet, she seemed a bit shy. We were out in my Chevy (with a half pint of rye). The petting got heavy... I gave her the eye (you know… the ol’ Evil eye… the LOOK!  She smiled coyly and said,)

“I’ve never done this.”  And I knew it was so, by the look in her eyes, and her blushing pink glow. I should have just dropped it and thought myself lucky, but Ohh, no!… ol’ EGO had me feeling plucky. “Truly, baby… really???…not ever?? How rare.”

“No, never... that is… not in a Corvair
…  in a downpour of rain………
… on a side road in Maine……..
… out of gas….
... with a flat……and no damn champagne!!  Uh… except once.  But not late at night… ‘neath an   amber  streetlight!
Oh… wait… well… perhaps… but then, I don’t think
we were looking at maps.  Yes, this is a first…. I’m really quite sure.”
(Is this not the worst thing a guy can endure?)

 Then she gazed at me with an innocent smile and said, “Oh… honey… that’s not my style. I’m kidding. Believe me… oh, this is insane. I’ll never joke about this again.  Hold me, enfold me… please say it’s OK.”
(OK??? I’m deflated, and wilting away!)

 But boys will be boys… my 'composure' returned, as we kissed and groped and love’s fires burned through the night… in the rain… in that old Chevrolet, with a lesson well-learned … and I’ll share it today:

 Don’t ask. Don’t tell… that’s ‘where it’s at’. Take love where you find it. And leave it at that.