New York City., circa: 1966 . I was twenty-six years old, and although Vietnam was still raging, my military duty was over. I had no responsibilities. but to myself. I was an experienced journeyman rock drummer, a hopeless heterosexual male, a rooster in the rock n' roll hen house. The Beatles were here and their music was everywhere.
That was New York in the sixties. I drove in with a band from the mid west. We met in San Francisco and played our way east. When we got to NYC we cut a record for Columbia and then sat around waiting for "it" to happen.
I got a job in the house band at the Café WHA? on Mac Dougal Street in Greenwich Village, or "the village," as it was known then. In the sixties, the smell of incense laced with weed was pervasive, in every loft crashpad and apartment.. Remember, this was the sixties, there were no dangerous STD' s, no Herpe's, no AID's, just the old Clap and that was still easily treated with antibiotics. Sex was available, everywhere. The village was (and probably still is ) the east coast crossroads for every starry eyed young wannabe, And they all come down to the village to see the sights and be seen "hangin' out." A group of six or seven sweet young blossoms from a religious boarding house uptown in the west 50's used to come down together. My friends and I began to "harvest" some of the tastier fruits in that orchard.
One of them, I'll call her Colleen was really pretty, fresh-faced, and outrageously flirtatious. She had that wonderful combination of innocence and sexuality. … At 21 she was a classic Irish beauty from Chicago, she wore her thick coal black hair piled high on her head, Her face was striking, with killer blue-green eyes…Colleen was from a strict Irish Catholic background, a graduate of St. Mary's College in South Bend, Indiana and apparently very, very straight. She was fastidious in her dress and person. Everything was "perfect," her hair, makeup, clothes, everything, not a hair out of place. It drove me crazy.
She would not get into bed with me despite months of dating and hours of seductive fore play. finally, after a too many unproductive hard-ons, I decided to give it up. I planned to take her out to dinner to break the news, and not just disappear. Hopefully, a public place would limit any uncomfortable outbreak of emotions...
Colleen looked great that night. About five-eight, she was a former dancer and Olympic Class swimmer with a lean taught body and gorgeous long legs. Her high, firm, and full breasts were spectacular on an otherwise very slender frame That night, she wore a dark business suite with a white starched cotton blouse Her full heavy breasts pushed the jacket open, exposing an expanse of luminous soft white Irish skin. She smelled like spring breeze after it had blown across miles of fresh heather. The blouse was open at the neck, with a black ribbon worn like a choker around her long slender neck. Her red lipstick set off white even teeth and dark blue eye shadow highlighted those big blue-violet. Colleen was very, very beautiful. This was not going to be easy, I thought..
Still, she took it very well, with downcast eyes and only a few comments like, "You don't know what your missing, etc" True, I did not know what I was missing, and it seemed as if I never would without marrying her, and that I was not about to do. I remembered my friends admonition, that the way to cure a Catholic nymphomaniac was … "marry her!"
We took a cab back to her apartment. She surprised me by inviting me in for a, "farewell drink." Like many Irish girls, Colleen loved both beer and wine…As we sipped our wine, she began to loosen up and to talk about our past relationship and my "preoccupation with sex." It's all you've wanted from the very beginning", she mused ( Indeed, what did she expect?) As she drank more,, she began to work herself into a kind of a self-induced buzz. Her voice getting more, and more strident as she cursed me and men in general.
She was beginning to slur her words as she guzzled the wine …well, did she ever get pissed! Becoming increasingly more shrill and strident, finally yelling at me calling me all kinds of vulgar names like prick, cocksucker, etc ( words I didn't even think she knew, yet alone would say out loud) Frankly, I was getting a bit scared and started to leave. She blocked the door with her body.
