What's not to love about those old teen romance comic books. They're full of pathos and long forgotten social mores inherent in a girl's life during the sixties. The life of female was predicated on bagging her a good man; to lose him rendered life meaningless.
So, here's a story from Girls Love Stories from the March 1961 issue. If you'd like to read the story in its entirety, it's available at the end of the post. Enjoy.
And so our story begins - with Eileen feeling on top of the world. If you know your teenage romance comics, you know this spells trouble.
Rob must be some special fella to notice that her dress IS new..... I guess that's another reason to love him.
As luck would have it, our Eileen runs into Rob's old flame, Joan. They exchange pleasantries, but deep down Joan is troubled. Sure, Eileen puts on a brave face, but if we could read her thoughts, we'd see the fragile tortured mind that lurks below the surface.
That night, Eileen is awash with self-hate and dread. Her mind reels with thoughts of suicide and things best left unspoken.
The next day, Eileen heads out on her big date with the handsome lady killer Rob. They relive the moment they met, when Eileen turned her groceries into a picnic supper (?)
But Eileen's emotions are strong. The disturbing image of Joan having her way with Rob haunted her. Eileen was every bit the woman Joan was.... Rob had only to say the word and it would be done.
After a romantic walk on the beach and a ferris wheel ride beneath the stars, Eileen's shattered mind rears its ugly head.
Fortunately, Rob tells her exactly what she wants to hear - that Joan is ancient history. And to make things even more perfect, our man Rob even comments on her new dress. How perfect is that?