Word: roomful
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...FUNNY, the way Martin talked himself out of having a good time on that date. Delighted with himself, he had gone back to his room and had plopped into the armchair, all set to fantasize endlessly about this new girl. Susan. There was no doubt about it: she was tough. Short, slender, pretty, and so serious she was funny. Yeah, and probably popular too. Martin wondered if she had dated a lot. Probably. No reason why not. Hmm, probably some upperclassmen too, damn them-that biology lecture was filled with nothing but juniors and seniors...
...time he reached the Square, Martin realized he would not have to worry about buying tickets. By the time he had reached his room, Martin knew he would not even have to worry about calling Susan, for she was going to call him. Tomorrow, as a matter of fact...
Martin was up on Sunday by eight and in the living room, waiting, by nine. He sat in the hazardous old armchair and mediated upon the telephone. It reminded him of something biological; what? Yes, that picture in his tenth-grade biology book. A whole lot of snaky little cells and some great fat black ones. What the hell were those cells, anyway? Jesus, Martin thought. I can't remember anything any more. But it doesn't make any difference. Whatever that little one is, it sure looks comfortable lying up there-right in the groove." I mean, a gross...
MARTIN began withdrawing from things after that. He didn't date any more for the entire semester, or work, or play or even go to biology lab. All he did was sit in the living room in the old chair and stare at the telephone, which he seemed to be afraid to touch. His roommate sensed that something was bothering Martin and alerted Martin's parents, who agreed that their son seemed to be having trouble adjusting to life at Harvard. They took Martin to see the Dean of Freshmen, who, being a man of diplomacy, suggested with a frown...
Then one day Martin's roommate, who was practically engaged to some Cliffie he had known all his life, strode into the room and announced that he had a girl for Martin to meet. He had been introduced to her just that day at the Cliffe, and he had told her about Martin. (Not all about Martin; no, not even much about Martin.) Several girls who knew Martin had sworn to this girl that he was really nice, and she had told Martin's roommate to have him give her a call. "Give her a ring," said Martin's roommate...