Well, we didn't call it hookup in those days. When I was 20 I was on my way to Mexico from Canada and stopped in L.A. to visit a school friend who had spent a year in Canada when her parents bought a vacation home there. We were always kind of sweet on each other, but were going out with others when we knew each other so nothing happened. Nothing happened this time either; she had a boyfriend and I had a girlfriend back home. But we went out to the philharmonic together and to a concert. Her bf was kind of jealous so one Friday afternoon he came by and said "there's a girl at work that says she's going to go out to a disco tonight and meet some guy to get laid. I told her that could be dangerous, you never know who you'll end up with." Then he looked at me and said "Do you want to meet her ? I told her there was a good looking young guy staying over here." I agreed and later that night she came and picked me up. She was about 30 and kind of plain and a little plump, but what the hell. So she took me home and thoroughly used me. The only thing she didn't want to do was get oral, but she agreed to do me after the um....first two rounds. We did this for two nights running on her black silk sheets on her water bed then she bought me a carton of Marlboro and dropped me off at the highway on-ramp for Phoenix Arizona.