Around 1978, we had a new kid move into the neighborhood by the name of Dave. Dave was a couple of years younger than us but he turned out to be a barrel of fun once we got to know him and his family. The first time I even knew about him was due to his Mom. Our front door was always open in the spring and summer. It let the light in and the breeze as well. Also, it's inviting to anyone who wished to stop by. Since it was open so much we heard just about anything going on in the neighborhood too.
“GODDAMMIT DAVEY! GET YOUR ASS INTO THIS HOUSE!” This was the first time I heard Dave's Mom and anything about this kid Dave. She must have had a good pair of lungs because we heard her cleanly from a block away.
A few days later this Davey shows up and we find out he's totally into finding trouble. This was good as trouble was very, very fun. He also had the mouth of a sailor as every other word was “fucking this and fucking that.” He was rambunctious, full of energy and didn't shy away from much of anything. My Mom, after hearing us play a bit on the front lawn of our house, comes to the door to see who this new kid is. “”My God, Who IS that? “Ma, That's Davey Baylor! He lives around the corner” I tell her. She walked away from the front door, keeping an eye on this kid as he walked home.
Now flash forward a few years and we're all teens. We come to find out Davey is a natural ladies man as all the girls in the neighborhood and beyond felt the need to wriggle out of their panties for him. We could never figure out how he did it. We'd wonder why the rest of us guys would strike out time and again with the very same girls but he managed to nail them all. He'd tell us lurid tales of this girl or that girl he had in his cellar the night before. We'd be surprised at how he managed to get certain girls we thought would never slip out of their jeans until they had a ring on their finger.
His other ability was to drive up and down main drags, finding those teen girls who walk three abreast and pick them up and, of course, nail the prettiest of them in his car.
We were sooo jealous. The best we 16 yr old guys could do was jack off a lot to girls we liked. Dreams are free you know.
I have to admit, Davey came into his own in his teen years. Why? Because he had that drop dead handsome look of Barry Gibb.
He really did look like Barry, minus the beard. He had the similar mane of hair that spilled across his shoulders.
Davey also learned early that ignoring girls who threw themselves at you was like catnip to a kitty. They go nuts if you deny them their candy and throw themselves even harder at you.
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Now about Davey's Mom. She came to adulthood in the 60s. She was a good ten years younger than the usual Moms in our neighborhood and also had a different view on sexual matters, pot, drinking and the other liberating views the 60s managed to teach her. By 1978, she was an early 30 something single Mom who liked to party on the weekends. One great thing about his Mom was that she was close enough to our age to sort of “fit in” but just a bit. She was still THE MOM of one of us but we knew she was different.
She used to own a VW PartyWagon that had all the lights, leather interior and refrigerated bar that was affixed to the wall inside the van. None of our Moms smoked pot but around Dave's Mom, you picked up the odor on her sometimes in her clothing.
At times, we'd be out in their backyard by the pool, drinking beer and rapping (rapping as in: TALKING). Davey's Mom joins us and sips her beer, listening to us talk when she spies Nick and asks: “Nick, How come you don't have a girlfriend yet?” Now a 30 something chick asking a teen guy this question is a doozy. Nick got all shy and defensive about it, trying to come up with some excuse when she knocked us all out with the next statement.
“You know Nick...If you were just two years older, I'd fuck the shit out of you!”
What balls! What audacity! What truth!
Having one of your friend's Mom say this is something else. We didn't know how to respond except to get real quiet real fast. Poor Nick had no idea what to say. Sixteen years of experience doesn't give you much to fall back on when you're hit with something like this. Davey's mom leaned back into her chair, sipped her beer and spied Nick for a few moments more. We began to wonder if she'd hit on him sometime during the night. She never did.
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Now, I've seen this happen. One of my friends who has a teen son or daughter, will have other teen girls show up, either as friends or the “girlfriend” coming over to spend some time. I'll see the Dads look, but just two seconds longer than usual at this friend and I know what he's thinking. Yes..she is a pretty girl and you cannot help but look. But NONE of them have ever mentioned a word like Davey's Mom did so many years ago.
Let's flash forward a few decades. I used to work at Pot au Feu (also known as Poodle Fur) and I had this conversation about Davey with the chef there. The chef then said he too knew of one Lothario in his teens and lamented that he too never got the girls like these charm magnets could. I them tell him what finally became of Davey. After the years go by, he has the State Courts hunting his ass down to pay child support to three different Moms he manage to knock up and leave.
The chef then looked at the ceiling and said: “There IS justice in this world!”
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