Gail Bowen
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During the 1950’s, I was a student at a private girls’ school in Toronto. When we became of dating age, we went out with the boys from one of the boys’ private schools. As I remember it, the arrangements were fairly loose. If there was a dance or a private party, one of the boys would ask one of us and if he didn’t get the girl of his choice, he would keep asking until somebody was available. We all knew who’d asked who and who’d rejected who. I never minded being third o
