The Movieland Drive-in Theater

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She did pull gently away a bit later, but stood there with her arms still around my neck and smiled.

"I wanted to do that when we went to the drive-in that first time."

I stroked Jennifer's back gently.

"We could do it again sometime, I suppose."

"Is that a promise?"

"I promise if I can find you again we will."

"If I give you my phone number and address, it should be easy for you to find me."

For almost the whole next year, I drove the thirty miles that separated us every Saturday, and then drove them again late every Sunday night. That first Saturday, I walked into Jennifer's apartment and chuckled. Over her TV was a sign that read "Movieland", and on the door to her kitchen was a sign that read "Snack Bar". Her couch didn't have a steering wheel, but that worked out just fine. We watched a VHS movie, well, sort of watched it anyway. In between scenes of the movie, we, as Jennifer had said, "made up for lost time". The other weekends were about the same except that once the movie was over or we'd come back from dinner, we'd spend the night in her bed and getting to know what each liked the best. I bought the ring and gave it to her as a Christmas present. Jennifer had tears in her eyes when she said "yes" and then kissed me. We were married in June.

We found a house half-way between both jobs. Jennifer got her professional certification a couple years after that, and that October we went to the last ever Halloween show at Movieland. She chuckled as we drove out the gate.

"What do you suppose the kids will do now. They won't have a place to neck and pet."

"Oh, I think they'll find a place. That was a pretty strong drive if I remember right."

Jennifer chuckled again.

"It's still a pretty strong drive. Tonight got me to thinking. Let's go back home and do all the things we didn't do here."

When I drove back home that night, the screen was gone. I could see the excavator was still parked there along with a couple bulldozers and three dump trucks. In a day or so, they'd be starting the grade work for the strip mall. I knew because our architectural firm, Maxwell-Davis Architects and Engineers had gotten the contract for the design and construction. Jennifer and I started it after we'd been married for five years. She runs the design side of things and I run the job sites. We're seriously considering hiring our own construction crews after this job. It's a hassle managing contractors you're not familiar with and hoping they're as good as their quote said.

It's a shame Movieland is gone. Movieland had a reputation for being a lovers playground and to some extent it was. It was also a place where young people established trust in each other by not going "all the way". Some discovered love in the process. Others discovered the other person wasn't really what they liked and moved on. I think we're going to miss having places like Movieland.

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OvercriticalOvercritical7 months ago

There were definitely drive-in movies when I was a high school student, but I didn't have access to a car so I never went to one. I probably would have been too shy to try anything sexual. Somehow each generation has its own approach to intimacy and people turn out much like the rest of their generation. There are the aggressive "leaders" who have sex early and there are the shy ones who don't. And we all end up in the middle of a spectrum of experiences and some of us are satisfied and some aren't. The middle ground changes from one generation to another. I look back and see lost opportunities, but I'm not miserable about it and my life has probably the average number of regrets. It is interesting to read someone else's view of his/her pathway through that generation's mores. The sexual revolution of the 70's came and went and we're now in a different world. I would guess that virginity of both sexes is a lost concept and perhaps the treasure of that condition is something that will never be longed for again, but somehow I think that somewhere deep inside our society there is a wistful regret that what was treasured in that yesterday could have been treasured in our today and we would be better for the respect we used to give to ourselves. Many of the stories we read here of the youngsters talk about the almost "automatic" surrender of innocence after the high school prom and I find this a very alien thought. Yet here we are and we're not going back and there is so much evidence that our rush to leave a world of innocence does us no good at all. Maybe this author did not have these thoughts in mind when the story was written, but that's what it generated in me. 5*

Crusader235Crusader2357 months ago

Oh the memories, thank you so much for a great story. Many was the virginity lost in the back seat at the drive inn. Five stars, and thank you for it.

RasmatRasmat8 months ago

I know when I see this writer's name I've found an enjoyable read. All Fives, so far.

Shepard506Shepard5068 months ago

The story brought back some wonderful memories. I'm lucky to be old enough to have had the chance to go to a lot of drive-in movies.

Demosthenes384bcDemosthenes384bc8 months ago

Another great one! Well balanced narrative and dialogue drove the plot lines smoothly along. If I had a complaint (don’t I always? - LOL), it was a bit predictable and light on depth at times. 4.6*

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