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Word: boyfriend (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...with a coat or sweater. She eased the girl out of Gene's arms, felt the girl's pulse and forehead. When we looked up, we saw that the two more sober men had subdued and were quieting down the drunk who was supposed to be the girl's boyfriend. I asked the woman, who was rocking the girl gently in her arms, if I could do anything to help. The girl started whining again, "No doctors ...," and this time, she pulled up the sleeve of her brown velour. She wanted no doctors to see her arm, dotted with pricks...

Author: By Peter M. Shane, | Title: Heroes Without Names | 3/8/1974 | See Source »

Some people really don't like it, of course. Rosie Blake, in a mediocre novel about being a 'Cliffie in the early '60s, wrote of seeing her boyfriend in the show, and not being too happy with the whole thing...

Author: By Dwight Cramer, | Title: I'd Rather French-Kiss the Blob | 3/2/1974 | See Source »

...intermission he came out to the lobby--lipstick, stockings, the whole thing. It wasn't that he looked like a woman, at least I don't think that was it. It just seemed wrong; all the others amused me, but Sanbord [her boyfriend] repulsed me. He was too drunk to notice my reaction, and nuzzled up against me. It scared hell out of me, and I'll never forget...

Author: By Dwight Cramer, | Title: I'd Rather French-Kiss the Blob | 3/2/1974 | See Source »

...criminal, has staked out the last male frontier, the rough, untamed places where men can be men. Witness his Western hero style, the steady shoulders and gruff speech, the way he follows his fate, the loner doing what must be done. He's like the old maid's dream boyfriend, daredevil to the world, all sweetness to her. No weaknesses, no fetishes, no perversities. You can't get much closer to Doris Dayland. This one's as straight as they come...

Author: By Emily Fisher, | Title: Kiss the Money and Run | 1/15/1974 | See Source »

...pride was hurt. I had wagered one semester of blue jeans against three years of unctiousness, and the unctiousness had lost. I had bet my boyfriend that I would get a good grade in Latin despite my militancy and now I would have to pay up. I had lost. Never mind about not getting into the college of my choice--I had lost my pride and my delusion that Miss Davis could be pushed around...

Author: By Ellen A. Cooper, | Title: Pax in Terra: Even to You, Miss Davis | 12/20/1973 | See Source »

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