The great typewriter lie
Jan 2nd, 2006 by Accidental Thinker
I guess you could say I’m a late bloomer. I didn’t have my first real boyfriend until I was a senior in high school. We were friends, but I had developed a crush and was secretly hoping for something more. Finally, an opportunity presented itself, and I, ever the quick thinker, formulated a plan. I told a lie.
It was the season for college applications, and I had completed mine while the object of my affection had not. He was in need of a typewriter (yes, you read that correctly, a typewriter รขโฌโ did I just date myself?), and I happened to have one sitting idle since my mother had insisted my applications not be left until the last minute. He asked to borrow it. I told him it would be no problem, but that my mother wouldn’t let it leave the house, so he’d have to use it at my place. Of course she had never said any such thing. (Mom, I’m sorry I dragged your name into my little white lie, but it was for a good cause, honest!) It was my little way of forcing more time together outside of school. In my bedroom, even, since that’s where the typewriter just so happened to be plugged in. Of course I never considered moving it to some other, more properly supervised, room. I’m so devious!
I have no remorse, because my plan worked like a charm. He dutifully came to my house several times to use that typewriter for his college applications. Perhaps more than was strictly necessary, now that I think back on it. Our first date followed soon after, along with the requisite exchanging of class rings. The relationship only lasted a few months, but we’ve stayed in touch off and on over the years and I still consider him a friend.
Now having told this story, let me just say for the record that I did NOT have to resort to trickery of any kind to ensnare my husband. That was and is and always will be the real deal.
All that titillation and planning and then it only lasted a few months – bummer. It’s nice you’re still friends. This was a fun post; it’s stirred a few of my memories, too.
Hey, at least it was an electric typewriter! ๐
Your story made me laugh. No worries about dating yourself with the typewriter, because you dated me too LOL Ah, those were the days and lots of white out.
Have a great day!
I loved this story. It’s actually not so devious and more sweet.
That’s not trickery, just good planning.
Just proves… No NEED for a white lie with the RIGHT guy! ~ jb///
Cute story!! I was a late bloomer too!!
Fun story. Did you ever admit to him that you’d snared him with the typewriter trick?
Glad there’s no trickery in the husband adventure. LOL
I think your little plan worked out quite well. I didn’t have a lot of boyfriends either. I had two “going steady” boys in Junior High and three boyfriends in High School. After that, I had only one serious boyfriend in college until I met and married my Hubby. I didn’t have to lie to him either! I’d say we both got our hubbies through respectable means.
Ah, the days of typewriters… I took typing class in high school my senior year JUST to meet the gals…
In retrospect, I am SO glad I learned to type.
Never did get a date from that class however.
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Just goes to show that women ALWAYS have a plan for everything they do. ๐
There’s an old line that says, “He chased her till she caught him.”
Indeed. ๐
Such a little lie. I don’t think it counts.
Very sweet memory.