Dating in the 50’s

Dating in 1957

It was a hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1957 and Bob had a

date with Hazel. He arrived at her house and rang the bell.

“Oh, come on in!” Hazel’s mother said as she welcomed Bob in.

“Have a seat in the living room. Would you like something to drink?

Lemonade? Iced tea?”

“Iced tea, please,” Bob said. Mom brought the iced tea.

“So, what are you and Hazel planning to do tonight?” she asked.

“Oh, probably catch a movie, and then maybe grab a bite to eat at the

malt shop, maybe take a walk on the beach…”

“Hazel likes to screw, you know,” Mom informed him.

“Uh…really?” Bob replied, with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, yes!” the mother continued. “When she goes out with her friends, that’s all they do!”

“Is that so?” asked Bob, incredulous.

“Yes,” said the mother. “As a matter of fact, she’d screw all night if  we let her!”

“Well, thanks for the tip,” Bob said as he began thinking about alternate plans for the evening.

A moment later, Hazel came down the stairs looking pretty as a picture wearing a pink blouse and hoop skirt, and with her hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail.

“Have fun, kids,” the mother said as they left.

Half an hour later, a completely disheveled Hazel burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her.

“The Twist, Mom!” she angrily yelled to her mother in the kitchen. “The darned dance is called the Twist”