Hi Folks, rightly or wrongly I always considered the Rum Runner to be high end price-wise (entrance fee, booze, restaurant) but then again I was only on apprentice wages so most of the establishments in the city came under that heading in 1968, when I was 19.
Anyway this gorgeous girl started in the offices of the large engineering factory where I worked and rapidly became Miss Highly Desireable throughout the length and breadth of the factory, not just to single blokes but also to engaged and married guys. She'd only been there a matter of weeks and I saw her approaching me at the end of this long corredor, we'd exchanged the odd smile before, and there was never going to be a better chance. The monkey on my left shoulder said, "Forget it, she's not for the likes of you, you'll only make a fool of yourself." The right shoulder held the opposing view, "Go for it, what have you got to lose? Better to look back on a rejection rather than a lost opportunity."
The right shoulder prevailed. I engaged her in what seemed like small talk but it was actually intelligence gathering, I found out she was new to the area and was living with a relative, anyway to cut a long story short I asked her out the following Saturday and she accepted - couldn't get my hat on! Spring in my step as I walked back to my office! Next part of my plan was to get my mate to get a date and make-up a foursome, why ? He'd got a car, I hadn't. Just as well he came - you'll see why in a minute.
So there we all were on the dance floor at the Rum Runner when, let's call her, Julie, said she hadn't eaten since breakfast and was starving. Being a knight in shining armour and never knowingly not going to the aid of a damsel in distress I took her to the restaurant, hoping she would settle for a bowl of soup - WRONG!
I checked my wallet as she studied the menu, it was going to be close. I ate as cheaply as I could just so she wasn't eating alone, whilst she had the top of the range steak. The meal still cleaned me out apart from a few pence - my mate came to the rescue with a loan.
Anyway the rest of the evening was pretty mediocre and we eventually left the club about 3.00am and made our way home.
The following Monday my alleged exploits had circulated around the factory by the time I had got to work, but no-one would believe I'd left everyone for dead, breezed in and swept Miss Highly Desireable to the Rum Runner, they all thought I was making the story up!
I know what you are thinking, "They got engaged and lived happily ever after", WRONG! - She never looked at me again!
Ah Well! That's life.
Regards,
Peg.