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Tevai
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Date: September 24, 2018 06:57PM
Nightingale Wrote:
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> I could guess the outcome. :)
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> Just never heard it said that way before. Sharing
> virginity amongst the orange blossoms. Very nice.
If you are individually ready, and are willing/eager for this to happen, and are with "the" person you would most like it to happen with, it really can be "sharing."
Maybe part of it was the bit of stardust which was a part of what we considered our ordinary lives: the remaining old-fashioned houses (both adobe and Victorian) in the Valley, plus the roads and hills and orange groves and the mountains which surrounded us on all sides, had played parts in countless films since before the early 1900s (as well as, by that time, a great many TV productions too), and there were scattered times in daily life when screen "reality" and three-dimensional reality seemed to merge: for the duration of a particularly memorable dance at a party, or a walk through a deserted country club, or an unforgettable class, or a high school football game.
(San Fernando High School, in the East Valley, our main football competitor, was where Ritchie Valens went, before he dropped out of school because he had become a major recording star...Sally Field was at Birmingham High, in the Central San Fernando Valley--also one of our regular football competitors...and we in the western Valley had our share of professional performers too--though more people from our West Valley schools actually wound up, as adults, behind the cameras than they did in front of them. Lots of producer/writer types...not so many performers.)
We who were growing up then all thought we were living ordinary, middle class, American lives, but the reality was more complex.
In addition to the regular, middle American, "Ozzie and Harriet" stuff most of us lived in our own families, there was a real, but at that time mostly subconscious, touch of magic in the air...and none of us understood that until we looked back at our earlier lives and realized that the deep feelings we felt in "that" orange grove, on THAT particular night, were being substantially enhanced by the fact that THAT orange grove was where Roy Rogers or Gene Autry had once chased the villain, on horseback, in some shoot-'em-up we had all seen years before.
In a way, that congruity had the effect of memorializing our own, intensely personal, experiences--seemingly (for us), for the ages--and that is why, for at least some of us, those experiences were definitely "sharing virginity."