A nostalgic romp that embarrasses me, am I so old? I remember serenading a charming young lady from my convertible and enraging her father who called me a worthless bum. He came blustering from the house with a shotgun in his hands and I hastily left. Thank you for the read.
Nostalgia for an age long past, serenades, Sunday picnics, visiting on the porch swing, country dances, asking parents for permission to date their daughter. I've often thought I should have been born at the turn of the last century when romance was actually romantic.
Your story brought back those wistful longings for me.