Rubber band dating
There appeared to be no females there with good looks, good taste, and intelligence in the entire city of St. Moreover, his social skills seemed somehow lacking when dealing with girls- they seemed to him almost an alien race, with quite different needs and goals than he.
Due to an early divorce, Jason had grown up without a father, and somehow his mother had never graced him with any dating skills.
His hopes rose again when a young woman in an outrageous blonde wig and 1920's flapper dress walked up to him with two glasses of champaign. "Well, I rented the jacket, hat and shoes, but I already had the rubber pants. " Thirty seconds later, he stood morosely wiping champaign from his jacket, amazed to discover that not only had her accent been real, but the wig was not a wig, and her head was as empty as her glass was now. 'The Woman' was a sort of fantasy he'd entertained since puberty.
He sat down at the cash bar, and thought back to his high school days, to his first and only great love.
When he was about sixteen, and noticing girls in a big way, he'd made a pass at the sexiest red-headed girl in school, Mandy.
This was a bold step for him, since he'd always had trouble talking to girls.
It was discouraging, actually, for his swim-team body and cute looks tended to attract quite a few potential dates and even bed-mates.
The problem was that Jason Stewart was not just a jock.
And, finally, after screwing his courage to the sticking point, he'd asked her for a date. Actually, when he first spoke to her she'd laughed and walked off with her friends, but then right after school, he had found her sitting on the hood of his car.
Jason had come to the Hallowe'en party alone, as a last resort, knowing full well he would most likely remain alone.