I wanna be Bobby's girl

I have a thing for Robert Kennedy. Seriously, the girl can't help it. I find him dreamy in a "Massachusetts, preppy, super-intelligent guy" way. It's been 40 years since RFK was assassinated and Newsweek has an interesting on-line article speculating where the United States would have gone had he lived and become president. I think it's safe to say the Vietnam War would have ended much sooner and that racial issues would have been dealt with in a quicker fashion.

But enough of my political ramblings...my Robert Kennedy story is this. When my mom was in high school she and some other classmates went on a Washington DC field trip. While walking around in their Catholic school-girl uniforms, they ran into Bobby Kennedy. He was very nice to them and stopped to talk. Only now, as an adult, do I get a creepy feeling about this...I never understood about the power of the Catholic school-girl uniform...how their innocence provokes a certain, shall we say desire, in men. I have feeling that RFK most likely was checking out my mom. Oh dear...why couldn't it have been me?

My title is from Bobby's Girl by Marcie Blane.