I continued to date, even when I was seeing John. Most of the guys I dated were in the military and near my own age. Most were casual dates, I wasn't serious about any particular guy at that time.
The dating game in 1960 was like a mine field. Sometimes you made it through the date successfully, sometimes it exploded into a disaster. I had experienced both circumstances.
One of my more pleasant experiences was a young man named Art. We both loved dancing and danced very well together. We even entered a dance contest at one point. We didn't win but did well in the contest. Another time we went to the Mid-South Fair, the state fair of Tennessee. Art became obsessed with winning a stuffed animal for me by knocking down cans with a ball. The more he tried, I became worried. I tried to convince him he was in a "no win" situation, but he continued to attempt to win. Finally, when he had lost nearly $100.00, he gave up. Art was very nice, but never even attempted to kiss me goodnight. We had a brother-sister type of relationship.
Sometimes I would go on blind dates. One time I arranged to meet a guy I didn't know in the cafe section of a Memphis drug store. A guy came in and introduced himself as my blind date. He sat around for a short time, asked me some questions, and finally told me I wasn't the type of girl he was looking for, handed me money to pay the bill and take a cab home and walked out. I thought the kind of girl he was looking for was probably a bit wilder than I was.
Some guys were just jerks. There were alot of guys who thought girls were just property and it was their challenge to conquer these girls by seducing them, or even worse, forcing them to have a sexual encounter. I ended up with a few of these guys also. One "accidentally" ran out of gas as we were driving in a secluded area. There were many country roads and it wasn't hard to find yourself with a guy out in the middle of nowhere. Then the wrestling match would occur, and you would try to convince the guy to just take you home. I had this happen to me more than once, and on at least one encounter I cried when I arrived home. I had slipped up in the dating mine field.