Re. your: “ reminiscing about that one time” remark. My brief story in that vein is about, SMART GIRL…

She was smart! Well, at least she seemed to be in possession of a few more cerebral neurons than may have been likely possesed by many of the Health Field’s students who were engaged in learning about becoming an Xray Technologist or Dental Hygiene Assistant.

She was studying to be a Medical Laboratory Technician which IMHO, at the time, was seemingly at least a smidgeon above the smarts needed to clean teeth and give a fluride treatment.

Thinking back to my college introductory course in Chemistry plus the difficulties I encountered in the Chem Lab, in regard to detail in order to get the Lab experiments to come out right, those trevails of mine were likely contributing factors involved in my assessment of her smarts.

The fact that she had, as it turned out, neglected a vital detail in regard to a matter of personal female hygiene did not serve to blunt my subsequent assessment of her smarts (or her ability to connive to mislead ???), as you the reader can choose to accept either or both, as you may wish to do after reading further. I do not choose to judge her behavior, perhaps because I am pleased that her situation at the time was what led to how we met.

It was my urine microscopic testing access that led a mutual friend to urge “smart girl” to approach me with what “smart girl” felt was a urine problem. Namely this problem was a very bad odor when she voided. She informed me that it was accompanied by itching in her vagina and at her urethral meatus.

I suggested that she go to the Gynecology clinic first thing the following morning. She responded that she was in such distress that she didn’t feel that she would be able to study that evening without getting her problem remedied.

I then suggested that she go to the Emergency Room at the Community General Hospital located next door to the medical center that we were both studying at.

Her response was that she would have to wait for hours there to be seen and with her midterm exams coming up she really needed to study.

Finally, I agreed to take her to my department’s examination room, do a urogenital exam and do a microscopic exam on her urine but only if our mutual friend, a female, would accompany us.

They both agreed and off we went.

Well here is where attention to detail on her part comes into this story. As it turned out the lack of detail, on her part, was to remove the tampon that she had inserted quite some time before. This I proceeded to accomplish for her by using ring forceps, while keeping my nose as far away from her nether region as I could get while still doing the job.

I asked her then to let me know, in followup, when we saw each other the following day in the cafeteria or Union Building lounge, as to whether her itching had left or not.

This she dutifully did following which we engaged in a few minutes of social conversation. Social conversation ensued at casual encounters several times again and i finally asked her out on a date.

After a few movies and restaurant dinners and time spent together in my car in the parking lot we reached the point where we both knew that we wanted to do “IT”. The problem for us was where.

Coming back from our next date was when she actually demonstrated her smarts for me… and also show an attention to detail ( despite her lack of same that lead up to our innitial encounter ) … in order to get me into her room.

The roadblock was the “Floor Mother” who sat at a desk in a hallway next to the door that lead to the female student dormitory floor.

What to do, what to do I pondered. My smart girlfriend however urged me not to worry, by saying she that she had my entry covered and then quickly proceeded to demonstrate just how…

She spoke to the elderly “Floor Mother” telling her that her boyfriend was down in the parking lot with a large and very heavy box and that she needed his help to carry it to her room.

With approval granted, we both carried a large but empty cardboard box thru the hall door, while pretending to strain at it so as to simulate a heavy load, and on we swiftly went down the female students dorm floor and into her room.

My smart girlfriend correctly assessed that the elderly “Floor Mother”, assailed by questions and problems of other girls on the floor, would soon forget about me.

Well dear reader, after all the lead up above, are you still wondering about “ the onetime event” mentioned at the outset of this brief story? Well, here it comes…

Once in “smart girlfriends” room, we quickly undressed and began sexual “petting”. With significant sexual arousal ensuing we began to do it and following my orgasm and her apparent orgasm she gasped, “My god, it was never like that before.”

Wow, what stroking to the male ego.

That was back about 1959. Now, at being too close to age 87, I have amply learned that all is not necessarily gold that glitters.

Just as females can sham an orgasm, a really smart one can also fabricate a quik post orgasm “ GLORY BE QUIP “ designed to boost male ego and perhaps ensure a next date.

Soooo, did my really smart date play that game? Sorry to say I didn’t really find out but obviously, in recounting this tale there is still some ego afterglow left from her quip for me to reminice in even at this late age and, despite such being “ that one time”.