I said, 'No blind dates!'
Leonard Small, BSC '48, and Judy Schwartz Small, BA '49
By Leonard Small
"Have I got a girl for you!"
This was the constant refrain from my friend Edie who was always trying to fix me up with any number of her friends with an eye toward my eventual marriage. I guess it bothered her I was already 22 and unattached.
I had been through this routine I don't know how many times, and I had a standard answer to her pleas. "Edie, I have told you that I don't go out on blind dates."
"Lenny, she is just your type. She is short [I was 5'5"], very intelligent, she's from New York and she talks almost as much as you do. You will love her. She is a sorority sister of mine."
"Edie, how many times do I have to tell you, no blind dates. Look, on Sunday my fraternity is having an open house for your sorority. Point her out to me, and if she looks OK, you can introduce us. Fair enough?"
Sunday came, and the girls showed up. There were short ones, tall ones, thin ones and a few fat ones. None of them looked particularly intellegent except for one young lady who was standing alone on the porch. She was short, had curly black hair, and she was wearing a green v-neck dress with a gold necklace. It was too bad about the dress.
I walked up to her and opened with, "Hi, I'm Lenny Small. Would you like to dance?"
In a New York accent that you could cut with a knife she replied, "My name is Judy Schwartz, but would you first mind getting me a piece of cake?"
It wasn't the answer I expected, but I went into the house and brought out the cake. She never ate the cake, and we never danced. We started to talk, and we soon discovered that we liked the same music, the same movies and even the same books.
We seemed to have a lot in common. One thing I did not discover until later was that she could not dance too well, however she did like to eat. Well, it was enough to get us started on seeing each other. Later I did teach her to dance so at least she could follow me.
Need I tell you what happened next? Up walks Edie grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "What did I tell you? Isn't she perfect for you?"
From that Sunday on we went steady except for one weekend when Judy went back to New York for her parents' 25th wedding anniversary. There was a hayride that weekend, and I took another girl that I knew. Judy still insists that it was the one time I cheated on her. So much for my infdelities.
In October 2007 we will be married 58 years.
Posted 11-02-07