One of the guys I met at the pool was a blond Marine about eighteen or nineteen years old, and 6'4" tall. I don't know if I was attracted to tall guys or if they were attracted to me, but most of the guys I liked were over six feet tall, and I was only 5'2" tall. Jon was his name and he was from the mid-west, Wisconsin I believe.
Jon was very nice, and although I wasn't crazy about him the way I was with Tony, I liked him. He was very down to earth and just a "boy next door". I was still only fifteen years old and not really allowed to go on dates, but when Jon asked me to the Marine Corps Ball I begged my parents to allow me to go, and they acquiesced.
In preparation, I shopped for a dress and found a pretty pink strapless number with a circular skirt. I bought my first pair of high heels, a pair of white sandals with about three inch heels. I had to have matching jewelry and a purse and those were also all part of my purchases. I was set and ready for the big night.
On the night of the Ball, Jon picked me up and we went to place on the base where the Ball was being held. Upon arriving, I quickly noticed I was the only young girl there. Most of the women were just that, women, and most of them were young and middle aged Marine wives. I was a little uncomfortable but I quickly got over it. We sat with some of Jon's friends, who made me feel very welcome.
For some reason, the polka was a popular dance that evening. It seemed like every dance was a polka. The polka is the one dance I had not learned and I was reluctant to get up and try dancing. Jon insisted I dance, and pulled me up from my seat, insisting he would teach me. I did about as well at the polka as I did with tennis. In other words, I had a problem pulling it off. I tried to fumble my way through it, but just couldn't pull it off. I think my lack of prowess on the polka dance floor came between Jon and I. He became more and more frustrated as I failed to succeed at the dance. Finally, we sat down and sat out the remainder of the Ball.
Jon took me home and gave me a sweet peck on the mouth and that was the end of our relationship. Jon didn't ask me out again. I got over it quickly since he was more of a friend than a boyfriend. But I must thank him because now I can brag: "I've attended a Marine Corps Ball".