I had a somewhat similar experience my senior year of high school. Our big school dance was called the Night of Knights (like the Point's, our teams were called the Knights). As the date of the dance approached, my mother kept bugging me, "Who are you taking to the Night of Knights?" The only girl I wanted to take was in a steady relationship with another guy. This bugged my mom, who thought I was infatuated with someone unworthy of my attention. Finally, a week before the dance, I decided to call my physics teacher's daughter, Betty Ann, who was not unattractive but relentlessly unfashionable. She wore her hair in tight little curls; in 1964 long and straight was in. Instead of Weejuns she wore black-on-white saddle Oxfords and white bobby sox. She said she'd be delighted to go.
I arrived at her house and was greeted by her dad, who may have upped my physics grade a notch. He said to wait in the living room. After a minute, a door opened and I had to resist letting my jaw drop. Her hair was long and straight and she was wearing a gorgeous lavender gown, with shoes to match. She was a knockout. We got to the dance, and when she excused herself to the powder room, several guys came up to me. "That's Betty Ann? How did you know?"
We dated a few times after, then she went to a small women's college in Virginia. There she met and married a Virginia Tech grad student who became the world's foremost authority on the Brown Pelican. He wrote a National Geographic article about them, and to demonstrate how light these large, hollow boned birds are, included a photo of his "petite wife" holding one in her arms. So, I can say I dated someone who had her photo in Nat Geo.
What a delight. Totally made my evening. I’ve been worrying about things happening in the world, and certain things going on in my life, and you managed to transport me right out of it into a happy place. Thank you. 🙏
It is a lovely story. You were a prince charming to save the day, not knowing how stunning she might be. Also, glad that the Susan Lucci reference was cleared up, as she and I were classmates at a different Catholic college just outside of the city. We weren’t lucky enough to be at Seton Hall where there were guys!
Yes, and (s)he labeled it as a joke. And then Lucian asked her/him to get in touch. Then you said you actually know Susan Tucci from school. I’m completely lost.
as I've said before, Lucian...I LOVE these old pieces and new pieces on the old days. I like to think that most of us, if we're very, very lucky, can manage to find at least one occasion when we were at all gallant in similar circumstances. but there's gallant (I once--'65 or '66--escorted a literal blind date to an anti-Vietnam reading at NYU at the urging of a friend's mother, who was faculty advisor to the Braille class at Grover Cleveland High School and it turned out to be a reading that made a certain amount of history, being the first major one of its kind) and then there's gallant and totally fucking lucky. your story is of the latter. very well done and beautifully TOLD.
You are, clearly, still a prince among men, Lucian.
I had a somewhat similar experience my senior year of high school. Our big school dance was called the Night of Knights (like the Point's, our teams were called the Knights). As the date of the dance approached, my mother kept bugging me, "Who are you taking to the Night of Knights?" The only girl I wanted to take was in a steady relationship with another guy. This bugged my mom, who thought I was infatuated with someone unworthy of my attention. Finally, a week before the dance, I decided to call my physics teacher's daughter, Betty Ann, who was not unattractive but relentlessly unfashionable. She wore her hair in tight little curls; in 1964 long and straight was in. Instead of Weejuns she wore black-on-white saddle Oxfords and white bobby sox. She said she'd be delighted to go.
I arrived at her house and was greeted by her dad, who may have upped my physics grade a notch. He said to wait in the living room. After a minute, a door opened and I had to resist letting my jaw drop. Her hair was long and straight and she was wearing a gorgeous lavender gown, with shoes to match. She was a knockout. We got to the dance, and when she excused herself to the powder room, several guys came up to me. "That's Betty Ann? How did you know?"
We dated a few times after, then she went to a small women's college in Virginia. There she met and married a Virginia Tech grad student who became the world's foremost authority on the Brown Pelican. He wrote a National Geographic article about them, and to demonstrate how light these large, hollow boned birds are, included a photo of his "petite wife" holding one in her arms. So, I can say I dated someone who had her photo in Nat Geo.
Great story. I love the ugly duckling theme,into a beautiful swan.
This one was very nice also.
You old dog. I could not resist your Princess tale, and I just subscribed. Lovely story.
He charmed you into subscribing. Take note, Good Sir. 📝
Yes he did indeed. We are the same vintage, and I wish I had been that girl!!
Prince Charming.
An Officer and a Gentleman!
ahh
this was a truly Charming story, West Point Prince
Your daughter is a very lucky woman. And you are truly a prince..
JOKE POST!
As a private investigator I was recently contacted by a woman who wanted me to find you.
Said she dated you in New York in the 60s after being stood up by her Princeton boyfriend. Has had a fairly successful career as an actress.
Let me know if you’d like me to put you in touch.
Here is a photo of her:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_Lucci
JOKE POST!
SUSAN LUCCI HAS NO CONNECTION TO LUCIAN TRUSCOTT.
heart and empathy make the Prince...btw your Mom was a Queen
Love your Mom's response!!
Great story. Sure beats painting!
You da main…..as we say in Memphis…..♥️
What a delight. Totally made my evening. I’ve been worrying about things happening in the world, and certain things going on in my life, and you managed to transport me right out of it into a happy place. Thank you. 🙏
It is a lovely story. You were a prince charming to save the day, not knowing how stunning she might be. Also, glad that the Susan Lucci reference was cleared up, as she and I were classmates at a different Catholic college just outside of the city. We weren’t lucky enough to be at Seton Hall where there were guys!
I am totally confused about the Susan Lucci thing.
The reference is in an earlier comment posted by SoTiredofWinning.
Yes, and (s)he labeled it as a joke. And then Lucian asked her/him to get in touch. Then you said you actually know Susan Tucci from school. I’m completely lost.
https://youtu.be/XVSRm80WzZk
I should have added a very handsome prince from your picture….
as I've said before, Lucian...I LOVE these old pieces and new pieces on the old days. I like to think that most of us, if we're very, very lucky, can manage to find at least one occasion when we were at all gallant in similar circumstances. but there's gallant (I once--'65 or '66--escorted a literal blind date to an anti-Vietnam reading at NYU at the urging of a friend's mother, who was faculty advisor to the Braille class at Grover Cleveland High School and it turned out to be a reading that made a certain amount of history, being the first major one of its kind) and then there's gallant and totally fucking lucky. your story is of the latter. very well done and beautifully TOLD.
Prince Lucian has a nice ring to it.
Isn’t that the name of a vampire? 🤣
I love this story and certainly, you were quite prince for accepting defeat.