I obtained my driver’s license in 1963 about the time an unusually catchy song, called “The Rhythm of the Rain” became popular. While the license gave me the freedom to start dating on my terms, I soon learned I had idealistic visions of how these dates should turn out. Maybe idealistic is not the right word. Maybe delusional is better. Most of the ladies I dated did not share the same concept of a “good time.” Within a few months … Continue reading Dating