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  • So, I had gone from a non-descript nobody that no one knew, to the guy with a date with the hottest girl in the school. My stock rose dramatically in the hallways of the school. People started saying hi to me. Girls giggled as I walked by. I enjoyed it.

    But then it occurred to me - Christ, where do I take her? How do you treat the prettiest girl in the school? What kind of expectations must she have on what we do? The pressure was on. I was not used to this type of pressure. In fact, I had never really even been on a date before. Oh, man, I was really in over my head. I hadn't thought about all of this on that magical night I'd had with her. Maybe I should have just left it at that.

    We used to kind of do group dates to the movies with the Catholic School crowd I'd hung with. That was always a little wierd. We'd eventually pair off. I hadn't really known what to do then, either, when I wound up with Janice. Part of the problem had been, I really wanted to be with Laura, but she'd paired off with my friend Chuckie. Janice was clearly more experienced at the dating thing than I, but I had felt like I was all thumbs with her, not even knowing what to do with my hands.

    So I just called Monika, and as we chatted, she said she loved music. I knew of a concert coming to the Civic Arena in downtown Pittsburgh, so we made it a date to go. All we knew about the group was they had a wierd name, and a great hit song out at the time, "I'm 18". The group was Alice Cooper.

    Mom's car would not be available that night - oh, no! Brother Chris was home from Michigan, maybe he'll lend me his car? Not a chance. Oh, Christ, this was turning into a bad nightmare. You have a date with Monika, but no wheels? Talk about not cool!

    Monika was so nice, she said she lived right near the Mt. Washington trolley stop and could meet me there. But I was humiliated to be taking her on a date on a streetcar. I could see nothing romantic about this! I'd be the laughing stock of the school. Who does that? I really had gone to town on myself over this whole thing.

    By the night of the show, I was a nervous wreck. Gone was the confidence I'd had on my own turf. I'd had my chance at this fantastic girl, and I was blowing it. I was thinking I just should have called it off, and planned to take her out another time when I had a car. But, it was too late.

    When we got to the show, we both enjoyed the opening act, the J. Geils Band. This was a few years before they got really big, but they put on a good show. Bloodrock really rocked out, especially on a number called "D.O.A." I got totally into it. Monika - not so much. As the show went on, I just let myself go, enjoying the music and stage shows, and forgot about the fact that I was supposed to be on a date with this really pretty girl. She must have thought I was a real jerk.

    Then, Alice Cooper hit the stage. They just blew me away. I'd never heard about their stage theatrics, but it was quite intense. He got hung onstage, he did all kinds of crazy stuff, but it was all done so theatrically, and the music was really good. At that point, I think Monika couldn't wait to get out of there, and get back home. That, at least, was the vibe I was getting from her.

    She was very quiet most of the way home on the trolley. I wanted to talk about the show, but she just hadn't enjoyed it much. I walked her halfway up the hill towards her house, then she said she could go the rest of the way. She was still being very nice to me, but I could definitely tell that I had blown my one and only date with this beautiful girl.

    When I got back to my part of town on the trolley, I gave my friend Cy a call, and we both went out and polished off a bunch of beers and then I felt like myself again.
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