Really, it was not a bad deal, dating a "nice girl" while living at home and going to the local college. I had figured it for a real "burger and a movie" evening, and I do mean only a burger and a movie, no sex. But the projector in the theater broke down and the manager gave everyone their money back and in our boring town there wasn't much else for the eighteen to twenty one couples in the middle of the week.
Dianne took it in stride. Most of our dates included some time with either her parents or mine. But as pleasant as her company was, sitting on the front porch swing together while giggling little sisters made sure our clothes stayed on didn't qualify as a wonderful time in my book. My hopes improved as we came into sight of her house. Her folks were not home!
Dianne pulled out her keys and we went in, alone together in either of our families' houses for the first time. Her mom had left a note on the table with Di's name at the top. Di scooped it up and started reading.
"'Dianne: Mr. Armand called us over to his place. His freezer broke down and all that venison he had from deer season thawed out so he's barbequing it. If you two get home before eleven come on to his place and join us. Signed Mom, 8 P.M.'"
I looked at my watch: 8:20 P.M. Plenty of time to get to the barbeque later. Di was obviously thinking similar thoughts.