I have decided to revisit certain posts from time to time. Call them a Marty-Replay. Posts I like. Or I’m happy with how they were written and catch the moment just right. Or are particularly relevant even now. But mostly that I like. Here’s the 3rd. As I contemplate the Between The Times series I find it worthwhile to remember how Marty was before.
When I was a freshman at university one course I took was Biology. I hated Biology. Except I looked forward to every Tuesday and Thursday at 1:30, the times for my biology lecture or lab.
And as you might guess, it was because of a woman. I was kind of lonely my freshman year, certainly the first term. I missed the girl friends I had had in high school. Particularly one special one who was a year younger than me. She would occasionally come to my university to visit that term, and I went a couple of times to where her older brother was at college to meet. But it just wasn’t the same.
And there was this girl in Biology. She was a dead ringer for Katharine Ross. You know, quiet, laid back, brunette goddess Katharine Ross from The Graduate and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid fame. I was nuts over Katharine Ross, as any red blooded American teenager would have been. Her dark haired beauty, long tresses, and understated smouldering sexuality were pretty riveting.
So Biology Hottie was always on my mind on Tuesdays and Thursdays. But I was much too shy to do anything about it. Out of the corner of my eye I would watch her, and I could tell she was also watching me. In lab, we never sat together, but always exchanged smiles and looks. But never words.
Had it been a year later, I am certain she would have been a regular visitor to my bedroom. Because the next year I learned how to jettison my timidity. I may get to those stories some time. I hope to.
I took the year after Freshman year off and learned oh so much. That year was a lab of its own … for learning the inner workings of the female of your species.
When I returned to campus a year later I kept an eye out for Biology Hottie. My whole 3 years back I never saw her once. Because if I had …. well, you know … And being so shy, I never knew her name, not even her first name. So all my skills of internet search are useless in trying to find this beauty who got away.
So being shy never got me anywhere. That’s why I’m not shy around women any more. I think it’s time to watch Butch, Sundance, and Etta again don’t you think?.
I’m sorry my Martian love but I just can not imagine you this way!!! However, I will say that I would have LOVED to have meet shy Marty and spent time teasing him, licking him, and making him blush ☺️😈
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Selina you’re making me blush now
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Mmmmmm they say when a man blushes it tends to affect “other” parts of his body….me a love, look down and tell me if its true 😈
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Umm Selina … that’s pretty much always
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(Giggle) why Mr Marty, I’m so sorry for you!!! Must be so HARD for you to get around always being lead by such distractions 😈
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Sigh … yes it is, but I do make the best of it 😉
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How ever do you manage? I mean the blush on your face must make it difficult for ladies of my species to stop staring at such a site
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I do get stares
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Great post and great movie
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I love anything with Katharine Ross 🙂
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Stepford Wives was my favorite
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Sigh … I can never get The Graduate outta my head
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Oh, yeah!!!
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