In Praise of Cheerleaders and '64 Chevies
I willfully confess
that I have always loved girls named, "Betty." I mean, to me, "Betty," just sounds sexy and hot if you happen to be a hot girl who just happens to be a high school cheerleader.
I guess I am not your regular, "garden variety," guy, but that's just how I am. Or was, since this takes place in 1972 during my senior year in high school.
I mean that there were
other girls with names that sounded just as good as "Betty," but a pretty, decent-looking girl cheerleader who never led a cheer with names like, "Cindy," "Muffy," and "Jane," just didn't make my eyes light up like a pair of airport runway lights.
My dream cheerleader had to be blond. And had to be named "Betty." A "Betty" sitting next to me in a customized '64 Chevy on a hot summer Saturday (or Friday) night, was what life was all about. Moreover, this was the true meaning of life.
Here are some of my heart-felt reasons to own a '64 Chevy
- I would be the coolest guy in my senior class and the only guy in my senior class who owned an apple-red, customized '64 Chevy.
- Girls loved guys who owned fast cars like THE CAR ABOVE, so I wasn't one with a lot of things to say by way of flirting with a girl, so my '64 Chevy could do my flirting for me.
- I secretly wanted to stand-out away from my class and owing a super-looking car like an apple-red, '64 Chevy would have done the trick.
- Parents of hot girl cheerleaders named " Betty," quickly-trusted guys like me who owned cars like THE ONE ABOVE.
The girl to your right
is okay to look at, but if she were to look this way in '72, well, I won't go into what ugly things "some" girls might say to her. Personally, I am no mind reader, but this girl is not named "Betty," but "Marge," "Ivy," or maybe "Ellen." Now if any of you ladies have these names, I am not making fun of you. I was simply addicted to dating a hot blond cheerleader named "Betty," and owing a customized '64 Chevy. That's all. Please do not write me any nasty comments. Please?
Allow me to explain
my fascination for hot girls named "Betty." Now you see THE MOST-GORGEOUS "BETTY" OF ALL TIME ABOVE, BETTY GRABLE, but there were other "Betty's" that I also loved:
- Betty of Archie comics. Lots of guys loved Veronica, but in her case, "Betty," the brunette was great-looking and had a sexy laugh. Ooops, moving on.
- Betty Davis in her younger years.
- Betty Boop, if you are into lusting for post-wartime cartoon women.
- Black Betty, the hard-rock song by Ram Jet. (I never met this "Betty," but this rock band made her out to be a good-timing girl.)
- Betty Lewis, her real name, graduated high school with me, but I never craved for her to sit with me in my car that I "did" own, a brown, '64 Chevy, four-door Impala. Our family car. Question: How many guys have ever looked cool in their dad's car?
This blond cheerleader
is probably sad because she didn't have the chance to date me in 1972. That sounds so arrogant and I do not mean to be arrogant, it's just that I have never just (in fun) stood up and cheered for myself. And believe this or not. If this girl and I were to meet in my senior year of high school she wouldn't be sad any longer for she would gasp when she seen me. Not for her sudden want for me, but gasping for breath as she laughed at me. Honest. But if she had seen me roll-up to school in an apple-red customized, convertible '64 Chevy, she might be my wife today.
The cute look on this hot cheerleader
not only sums it up about how I will always feel about apple-red, customized, convertible '64 Chevrolets and hot blond cheerleaders named "Betty."
Call it one man's weakness. Or call it sheer-wasted lust on two items that at (my) current age of 60, I will never own or date. Do I really have to tell you which is which?
I am in what society calls, my "twilight years," and like many seasoned, weather-beaten men (or women) who have tackled life and survived, I have enjoyed the ride. Most times.
It was the idea I guess that when I was able and young enough to have a car such as the apple-red '64 Chevy or date a blond cheerleader named "Betty," that kept me "above water," fir so may years.
Being old really sucks.