Retro Advice Reveals What He Really Thinks of You
Filed away in the retro romance department is this 1973 gem which offers a gal a hassle-free way to find out what that groovy boy you like really thinks of you. (Warning: this advice requires actually speaking on the phone. )
For some romance advice that is as charmingly antiquated as the rotary phone read on.
Straight from that vintage vault of Young Romance comics, here’s a true to life tale of how one 1973 love-lorn girl shared an awesome idea to the readers to figure out if a boy cares for you or couldn’t care less.
In 1973 while Watergate was brewing and gas lines forming around the block, 17-year-old Gail Bailey couldn’t care less. She had bigger hassles on her mind.
Foxy Gail Baily was really hung up on Alex a groovy high school senior but she had no idea if he felt the same as her.
She knew this was the boy she was waiting for; every time she heard the Spinners sing “Could it be I’m Falling in Love With You, Baby” she felt it was meant for her.
Hang ups. … sure she had a few. But despite her Herbal Essence shiny hair and her dazzling Ultrabrite smile, she seem to turn him off.
Finally she decided she had spent one too many Saturday nights at home alone washing her hair and watching Mary Tyler Moore. It was time to take matters into her own hands.
Like most normal girls, Gail wouldn’t dream of actually picking up her princes phone and calling Alex…or any boy for that matter. Enlisting the help of her best gal pal Ellen she concocted a sure-fire phone scheme to psyche him out.
And no wiretaps needed.
After a lot of chit chattin’, Ellen asked the fatal question. What did he think of Gail Baily? She held her breath waiting for his reply. So much was at stake.
Then he uttered the words every girl dreads…..“I like you as a friend”
Bummer! Talk about “Killing Me Softly With his Words!”
As it turned out Alex though she was a fox! Far out! Hearing those words was a natural high. Gail didn’t need to record that phone conversation like President Nixon. The words played over and over in her head like a favorite song on an 8 track tape.
Ditching her Landlubber bell bottom jeans for a kicky plaid Charlies Mustache mini skirt, and a stove-pipe turtle neck by Huk-a-Poo, she met Alex at the football game. With a good case of the nerves she was glad she had used her – lets- me-be-me unscented- Arrid.
When he leaned over to kiss her Coty berry-drenched glossed lips it was nothing short of Wow! Pow!
Let’s Get It On
© Sally Edelstein and Envisioning The American Dream, 2016.