smile, loved that story and can relate to it. My mom wasn't crazy about drive-ins. They were for lose girls. Those and guys with vans, she didn't like either.
There was a guy who asked me out and he had a van. Mom said nope, no dates in vans. So the guy borrowed his brother's car and we went to the movie theater, not a drive-in. Mom was right.
He was too fast for me. Even at the theater he was moving his hands a little too quickly...first date!
Dirty dog! I was a good Catholic school girl!
I gently pushed away from him, he got the message, and that was the end of that.
Never went out with him again. Never told Mom why either. Now I realize I should have. It would have made her know that what she was doing was right. In those days I didn't want her to think she was right. Isn't that sad?
That's a good story for me to think about while raising my teens. Thanks for jolting my brain a little.