There were “mixers” between Brown and Pembroke, as the women’s college was then called.
Though I went to them, nothing significant resulted.
I joined Senior for a month and met some interesting women, one of them I saw again until I didn’t.
At least their offerings weren’t clogged by heterosexual beginners.
Somewhere I came across an advertisement for The Right Stuff, which promised “Ivy League of Dating,” though they expanded their scope to include alumni of other culturally classy North American colleges, such as the University of Toronto and Sarah Lawrence.
In the 1990s, a subscriber purchasing a TRS membership received thumbnail biographies, perhaps 100 words, which became invitations to get, at a modest cost, a fuller page or two (and perhaps a photograph) prepared by the female subscriber.
Though Facebook became something else more general, it began with the understanding that the old ways for heterosexual introductions weren’t working as well as they did before. I recall meeting lovely teenagers who went to other high schools, some nearby; but since transportation out of my insulated town was problematic until one became licensed to drive a car, these relationships didn’t develop.
Once old enough to drive, I could pursue young women met at jobs we shared, such as a counselor at a summer day camp. Some of them introduced me to other women whom I dated and, in one case, married.
Though perhaps shyer then, especially about introducing myself to strangers, I do recall meeting significant others on the NYC subway and in stores., which I didn’t much like for other reasons.
Thinking I was above that kind of venue, I nonetheless recall correspondence on perfumed stationery from a divorced suburban housewife promising to bring her diaphragm. I didn’t return to Personals, as the genre should be called, until the mid-1990s, in my own mid-fifties, I guess because the earlier channels for meeting eligible women dried up.
Need I add that some Right Stuff women introduced themselves to me, sometimes successfully.