|But if you try some time, you just might find, you get what you need|
There was something around called a “phone card.” This pre-paid card allowed the person who bought it a certain limited number of minutes to spend talking on the phone. We gave our daughter one card for each month she was to be in Australia.
Listening to them, you would have thought we had just hired Ivan the Terrible to travel to Australia and impale her.
Furthermore, almost all of the college girls I had contact with were older than me. (In those days, not only were cougars unheard of, but most girls would not date a guy so much as one day younger than them.) And girls were outnumbered almost two to one by the boys.