My mom finally decided to have "the talk" with me a few days before I left for college. She told me I would be meeting boys who were very different from the kind of boys I was used to dealing with. After all I had basically grown up with the boys I dated in high school, but this would be different. I would not know a thing about them.
I'll never forget how she ended the conversation in which I sat there in sheer embarrassment, melting in my chair like the wicked witch from The Wizard of Oz. She said to especially stay away from those big city boys from places like Detroit, Chicago and New York.
This is one time I'm glad I didn't listen to my mom. Where would I be if I had not given the Yankee a chance?
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