The story of how I landed my first ever girlfriend is pretty unconventional. At first glance, one would think we were totally unsuited for each other. Yet, although we irked each other at times, for a while we clicked. Before her, my expectation was that I would meet a “nice” girl, however that was defined. I was looking for something long-term, not merely causal sex. What I did wind up with was more than I had bargained...
The following day was when the papers were due. I was already sitting there when Nora came bopping in. Later that year, I would see Young Frankenstein, and how she had moved reminded me of Madeline Kahn’s entrance into a bedroom. That was the scene late in the film where Peter Boyle is trying to read The Wall Street Journal. I thought, Nora, try to be a little more subtle. She plopped into the seat right next to me – she...
My relationship with part-time City College campus hooker Nora Meara had started in a very bizarre way. We had completed a transaction of exchanging a term paper (written by me) for a blowjob from her. I had meekly agreed to all of her terms. But she just couldn’t leave it at that and keep her mouth shut when we met one night at a college newspaper office. She had to insult me too. I was really triggered when she slapped...
In August Nora asked me to meet her in a park near her Maspeth house, something we had never done before. I was sitting on a bench when she came up and stood in front of me. Her outfit was surprising; she had a white blouse, a dark blue skirt that went below her knees, white ankle socks, and brown shoes. She said nothing, so I just looked her over. Her hands were folded in front of her. Finally, I said, “What are you supp...
One day in early September, the time came for Nora to join The Salient newspaper at City College. She was going to attend the first staff meeting of the new semester with me. I had joined nearly a year earlier in the fall of my freshman year. In October they ran a tongue-in-cheek help-wanted ad. Jeff Kimmel and I – we had met each other in high school – discussed joining. One line in the ad caught my attention: “If you li...
About a week after she had joined The Salient in September, Nora and I were together in the office. She was near me, sitting at a desk, banging away at an old Smith-Corona manual typewriter. Not only did she have her Burger King memoirs to write, but she also had been assigned a news story by senior editor Lilith. As the latter had said, “She needs to pay her dues here, like everyone else.” That actually wasn’t true. I ha...
One day in late September, I made one of my usual trips out to Maspeth to visit Nora at her house. I was surprised by her appearance when she opened the door. She was wearing a business outfit: a dark-gray suit with a tight skirt, dark nylon stockings, and high heels. I had seen those clothes before during her first visit to the college newspaper, The Salient. Her dark-blonde hair was pinned up on her head. Her most notic...
