When I was a senior in high school, about a thousand years ago, I was a little awkward when there were lasses in the neighborhood. That lasted through 11th, 12th and into 13th grade.
This song forced me to take a run at it, and it made life a whole lot more fun. I don't know that my personality changed, but when I took a run at it I discovered that my suave, cosmopolitan friends were a every bit as terrified of rejection as I was. When I started dating seniors, at first, then the college lasses, my suave, cosmopolitan friends started asking me if Miss So and So had a sister or a cousin or a friend who would like to join us at a drive-in movie or a dinner and a walk by the lake.
Life was simpler in those days...or maybe not. The lasses were sure lookers, all of 'em.
Then Uncle Sam called. There I discovered that the most suave and sophisticated of the other enlisted men related to the fine lasses we met at inverse success to the amount they bragged about conquests.
All I can say is, thank you Jerry Vale, and RIP.
It was a kinder, gentler time...