{"id":95,"date":"2024-01-09T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2024-01-09T01:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/andydawkins.com\/?p=95"},"modified":"2024-01-01T18:48:57","modified_gmt":"2024-01-01T18:48:57","slug":"how-i-went-to-a-whorehouse-and-didnt-get-laid-1966","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/andydawkins.com\/?p=95","title":{"rendered":"How I Went to a Whorehouse and Didn&#8217;t Get Laid [1966]"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i>There\u2019ll be none of that!<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">It was the Friday after Thanksgiving, 1966.&nbsp; No school the day after Thanksgiving.&nbsp; We were all at Bill Newman\u2019s house wondering what to do with our day off.&nbsp; Out loud I remembered what Barney Kazmir \u2013 not really a friend, a guy a couple years older who bought us beer \u2013 had told us about a whorehouse in Godley, Illinois.&nbsp; \u201cWe could go there,\u201d I suggested.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_23\" style=\"width: 269px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/andydawkins.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/horse.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-23\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-image-23 \" style=\"margin: 5px;\" alt=\"horse\" src=\"http:\/\/andydawkins.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/horse.jpg\" width=\"259\" height=\"194\"><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-23\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Number of horses in Godley: One<\/p><\/div>\n<p>So three carloads of 16 year-old boys left Chicago around 10 a.m.&nbsp; Godley is about 50 miles SW of Chicago on the Interstate to Springfield \u2013 Illinois\u2019 state capital.&nbsp; Years later I was talking to a state trooper about Godley, and he said \u201cOh sure, lots of state legislators stop in Godley on their way to Springfield.&nbsp; It\u2019s known as a clean place and we let it be.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>When we pull off the Interstate, Godley is literally a one horse town on the prairie.&nbsp; There\u2019s a gas station and the bar that Kazmir had told us about.&nbsp; We all used our fake IDs and debated our next move over a beer.&nbsp; Finally just me, Jim Delton and Dick Aho decided to go through with it.&nbsp; We told the bartender what we wanted.&nbsp; He told us to walk out the back door [pointing] and a guy would meet us.&nbsp; We walked out the back door and observed this series of low-slung buildings looking like chicken coops.&nbsp; Out of this first one comes this guy and he says \u201cWhat\u2019ll it be boys, $10 bucks for a straight lay or $15 for the guarantee?\u201d&nbsp; [Guarantee?&nbsp; Why would anyone need a guarantee?]&nbsp;&nbsp; We said ten bucks.&nbsp; So we walk into the first chicken coop building.&nbsp; There\u2019s a cash register, table, a couple couches and chairs.&nbsp; He put our money in the till and says \u201cFollow me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>We walk through a dark narrow passageway connecting one chicken coop to another and walk into a brightly lit kitchen with maybe 20 girls fixing breakfast, washing dishes or eating.&nbsp; Immediately upon seeing this guy they all stop what they\u2019re doing and line-up against the wall.&nbsp; \u201cOK,\u201d he says, \u201cpick the one you want.\u201d&nbsp; I started to freeze remembering that I hadn\u2019t put any underwear on that morning.&nbsp; I was an early pioneer about not wearing underwear but I always made sure to wear underwear on gym days.&nbsp; Getting dressed that morning it hadn\u2019t occurred to me that I was going to be undressing in front of someone.<\/p>\n<p>So Aho picks this one.&nbsp; Then Delton points to another, and everybody looks at me.&nbsp; I\u2019m still frozen speechless and afraid, so this guy says \u201cWhat, you want her too?&nbsp; You can have her second!\u201d&nbsp; Everybody laughs, but me.&nbsp; \u201cWhew,\u201d I thought, \u201cI can get out of here.\u201d&nbsp; [I was still a virgin and would be for another three years.]<\/p>\n<p>Footnote:&nbsp; I have come to understand using the the term &#8220;whorehouse&#8221; is demeaning and most young women in prostitution are exploited and victimized.&nbsp; I tell this story from the perspective of a teenage boy in the 60s.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">Tomorrow:&nbsp; Surprise Ending<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There\u2019ll be none of that! 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