Time Period: Sexual Revolution (1969)
Ava: Adam Schuler M
Sara: Miryam-Louise (Lou) Taylor F

Simulation 01/50; Year: 1969; Profile: Miryam-Louise Taylor, 23

Lou sat on the couch, clouds of reefer filling the Theta house, as she waited for the party to end. Not that she didn't enjoy a good party, but three drinks in and no one to keep her company made for a fairly boring night. She found herself glancing at the clock every two minutes until a tall man blocked her view. He looked like a nark, or her father, in his neutral suit and slicked back black curly hair.

He politely waved at her before asking, "Is this spot taken?"

"No, have a seat," she offered.

"Hi," he proceeded with an outstretched hand, "Adam."

"Hey, Adam, I'm Lou," she accepted, smirking at the way he pushed his glasses up his long protruding nose. "What's with the getup, dude?"

"Oh, I… it's just my style," he nervously rationalized with a realigning tug of his tie.

"I think you're a nice guy, Andy-"

"Adam," he corrected.

"Adam, sorry, but I think I would scare you away," she joked with a drag from her blunt. "But I'll give you props for trying."

"Well, I wouldn't mind, then, just hanging out until… eleven o'clock," he nodded in defeat with a check of his watch.

"Will it be past your bedtime?"

"Funny," he finally jibed back.

Lou was fairly uninspired by the young man. He would play along a few times in her futile jokes, but never biting long enough for her liking before reverting back to his true demeanor. As he promised, once his watch ticked over to eleven o'clock, Adam stood up and bid adieu to his peer.

"You know," Lou began, "for an AEPi, you're kind of boring, not gonna lie, but you're not a bad kid, Adam."

"Thank you. I'm not much of a party animal, so this is kind of new to me. I hope we meet again," he finished, leaving with a few of his doped-up brothers.

Lou smirked at his innocent relentlessness, reflecting on their time together before Theresa sat down next to her.

"So, what'd you think?" she asked with a small nudge in her ribs.

"I should have known you were the one to set him up with me."

"Well, how was he?"

"Boring," Lou huffed,

"Really because when we were talking in the kitchen, he would not shut up especially when I brought you up. I finally had to get one of his boys to push him in your direction."

"He did make the night a bit more interesting, do you have anyone else for me, you little matchmaker?"

"No, but the AEPis and PiLams are leaving soon, so make your move or don't," she mentioned with disinterest.

"What about you?"

"You know no one could handle this," she joked on her way back out.

"Be smart," she called after her.

Lou rolled her eyes and left the sorority house in preparation for class the next day. She only had two late in the morning, but she knew that she'd have a slight hangover. On the short drive to her apartment, Lou began to consider Adam's offer, due to her low grade in sociology and the impending essay due in three weeks. Distracted by her thoughts and day planner, she ran into one of her neighbors, he was just a local handyman who lived in the Rancho Complex a block over. He was kind, albeit quiet as a mouse, but he fixed her showerhead when it had broken and put in new lights when she initially moved in.

"Ms. Taylor," he greeted, "My apologies."

"No, you're fine, Brian. I should have seen where I was going. What did you have today or night?"

"I was helping Mr. Lin, he had a minor emergency," he politely explained, still trying to wipe something off of his hands.

"Oh, what was it?"

"Just his old icebox. I had suggested the last time this happened to get a freezer-"

"But he wouldn't budge?"


"Did you install new insulation?"

"Yes," he nodded in slight surprise. "How did you guess?"

"There's a bit of fiberglass on your shirt," she pointed out.

"Oh, thank you," he graciously nodded, brushing material off his shoulder with the towel. "I plan to go back tomorrow afternoon and replace what I have in there with cork."


"I know, so interesting. I won't keep you from your next task, it was nice to see you, Ms. Taylor."

"You, too," she smiled, continuing to her flat. "Oh, would you happen to be free anytime on Friday?"

"I should be, what would you need done?"

"I just wondered if you might want to get something to drink?"

Brian looked at her with his usually kind eyes and shrugged, "No thank you, but if you need anything, I would be glad to help."

"Okay, thanks," she quickly responded, walking to her place before her ears turned too red with embarrassment.

Rarely had she been on the other end of rejection, and she didn't exactly appreciate it. Lou began to feel annoyed with the night, not getting at least a hopeless romantic or college boy on her side left for a very boring night. She always fought between her feminist ideologies of being in college to get into politics like she always desired and finding someone she enjoys being around. Lou wasn't one to admit defeat, but it seemed to her that now she would have more time to focus on school.

That Thursday morning seemed fairly boring, a slight hangover ringing in her ears and two classes later, Lou found herself at the library, browsing through the list for anyone who could read her paper. She signed up for the first time slot on Friday, filling out her name, subject, and needs. With nothing else on her day planner, Lou decided to join Theresa in her usual spot in the cafe after Thursday classes.

"Good afternoon, nerd," she greeted, sitting across from her.

"What's up?" Theresa mumbled into her notebook.

"Wait, are you rewriting your notes?" Lou asked, flipping through her friend's book.



"Money," she dismissed with a nibble of her donut.

"How much?"

"Twenty bucks."

"Oh, that's pretty good."

"I know, right?" she laughed. "I can't remember much from last night, what happened? Did I embarrass myself too much?"

"Only the usual amount," she joked, "but you did set me up with a shy mensch, so thanks."

"Who?" Theresa smiled.

"Adam Schuler."


"Wait, do you not know who that is?"

"Like I said I don't remember much from last night."

"How are you getting through the day?"

"Black coffee and water, it really flushes out the system," she nodded, offering a bit of her donut.

"No thank you, trying to watch my figure," she prodded.

"Screw off, Barbie."

"Come on, you know I'm too strong to be Barbie, you'd be a better fit."

"Lou, Terry?" they heard someone ask. Theresa looked over her friend's shoulder, spotting the familiar face of one of their sisters. Dana rushed over and sat down next to them, splaying the books in her arms across the table. "Sorry I missed the party. Did anything fun happen?"

"No," Lou huffed, pushing one of Dana's books back into the pile. "Why weren't you there?"

"Studying, dude," she explained. "Chemistry is a bitch, don't take it."

"That's why I'm a poli-sci major, baby. All I have is English and sociology to worry about," Lou explained, relaxing into the freezing metal chair.

Turning her head to avoid the glaring sun from one of the business building's many windows, she spotted her young AEPi walking with a few other men dressed no different from him, two wearing yarmulkes while the others blended in with their peers. There were four greek fraternities on campus that most of the Jewish kids like Lou joined. There were four groups someone could join, PiLam or AEPi for men and SigDT or AEPhi for women, Lou being a part of the latter. They usually spent a fair amount of time together, especially after they pledge their recruits. She guessed that Adam was a freshman by how much he seemed to follow his brothers around, watching and processing their reactions and interactions to those they passed. It reminded her of a child following their parent, some Freudian theory she learned the previous semester.

"That's him, the one in the beige suit," Lou pointed out, Theresa glancing over her shoulder while Dana fully turned around. "Oh my god," she muttered to the blonde J.A.P.

"What?" she asked, turning back around.

"Next time, look without looking."

"That doesn't make any sense," Dana shrugged, going back to look over her notes. "Do either of you want to draw the structure of an oxycodone molecule?"

"No, I have to copy these notes," Theresa explained, tapping her notebook.


"Fine, but I work for food," she teased.

"What do you want?"

"A sno ball?" she shrugged. "Or a moon pie… yeah. Moonpie first or a sno ball."

"Okay," she nodded, handing over a ruler and the structure she had to copy.

"Two minutes ago you didn't want my donut."

"You would have then made me help you," she taunted.

Once Dana had left, Theresa turned to Lou and asked, "Hey, are you interested in that Adam, guy?"

"No, he was really boring, but did I have fun waiting for the party to end," she responded as she sketched out oxycodone. "Besides, I bet he wouldn't come near us without one of his bros by his side."

"Safety in numbers?"

"I think he's just really orthodox which is not what I want."

"A kosher boy to bring home to mom and dad, though?"

"No, Terry. If you want him so bad, go ask him. I'm done talking about Adam." Theresa rolled her eyes in response, taking a quick bite from her donut. "If this was all chemistry was, I'd probably ace it, huh?"



"That's the structure for oxymorphone."

"What, are you kidding me?" Lou whined. "Crap."

Lou glanced at the clock in the library, flipping through her essay and reorganizing the notes from her resources as she waited for her tutor to join her. The second ticked by until right on time, a satchel was gently placed on the table and the tutor spread out his pens and highlighters. Lou glanced up at him, shaking her head with a slight smile as she realized who was standing before her.

"Adam," she greeted. "How have you been?"

"Quite well, thank you and yourself?" he asked, sitting down across from her.

"I'm good," she sighed.

"So, what are we dealing with today?" he asked in an official tone too professional to match his age.

"My essay," she introduced as she slid the paper over to him.

"What's it about?" Adam inquired, pulling out a green pen, and marking up the grammatical errors.

"I'm talking about economic depressions and how societies react to it. Um… yeah."

"What's the point?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, the point of the essay. What do you want the reader to learn after reading this?"

"Honestly I just wanted to get an A on this assignment."

"Come on," he gently reprimanded.

"I guess I wanted to investigate how we react to hard times."

"Why is it important?"

"I don't know if it's important, more that it's really interesting."

"I would side with one of the studies you've found. Well," he decided, scratching out a note, "What does your professor want out of this?"

"He wanted us to compare two theories, choose a side and develop our own hypothesis."

"So," he began after another pause, "I see the two contradicting theories, but I don't see your theory. It just looks like you repeated this one," Adam pointed out with his pen. "I want you to tell me what you think, Lou."

She nodded, skimming her essay again. "I guess… I think that… I mean, I think that in order to fix the economy, you must invest into it again, like, stimulate it."

"Do you entirely believe that or do you have your own take on it?" Adam pleasantly inquired, resting back in his chair, pen in hand as he scribbled notes on the back of her essay.

"I guess you have to be conservative, but by not buying anything, you're not helping the economy."

"Okay and?"

"Well, what about those who were completely screwed over by a recession?"

"What do you mean, people who have nothing?" Adam continued, stretching in his chair. "Nevermind, he probably doesn't care that much, just as long you have something."

"Oh, okay," Lou sarcastically responded.

"Sorry," he quickly apologized. "I can help you with this, but I want you to write an outline on a scratch paper and come back… um…" he offered as he scratched out his schedule. "I might have some other students but I'll be here to help you, too."

As Lou flipped through her essay, she quickly read the many green markings on her paper. "How did you do this, you only had it for ten minutes?"

"I'm efficient."

"I can see. Why green?"

"People tend to think it's kinder than a red pen and it sticks out against the blue you wrote this with which- I just have a lot to say about that," he huffed reaching into his backpack, producing a black pen. "Toss that one and take this."


"It's more professional than blue, trust me, sticking out isn't always a good thing."

Lou accepted his offer, "Thanks, Adam. I'll be back tomorrow, be there or be square- oh, looks like you already beat me to that one."

"Thanks," he chuckled to himself.

His technique, while unconventional, was kinder than his appearance made him seem. Adam always seemed preoccupied with the assignments on hand, marking them up in green with a thesaurus by his side. He rarely glanced up at Lou, which made her wonder if he was a bit less orthodox than his brothers, but always answered her pandering questions in full when they met up. She liked to test her tutor with existential quandaries when he gave her the slightest bit of attention, and his answer never faltered to intrigue her.

"Would you rather be stranded on an island alone for a month," Lou asked one day, "or live with your greatest nemesis for a week?"

"What kind of living conditions do I have on the island?" he inquired, looking up from her paper.

"Not Swiss Family Robinson style," she confirmed, "You have nothing but the shipwreck and the clothes on your back. Now, what you do while on the island is up to you."

"Okay," he pondered, leaning back in his chair. "Okay… I think I would rather be stranded on an island for a month and chill alone for a while."

"Really, chill?" Lou asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I can be chill," Adam shrugged. "I just always have to babysit my brothers at their parties."

"You'll need to prove that to me, sometime."

The young scholar glanced at his notes, sliding them over to her, "I'm free for the rest of the day if you want to get a drink?"

"How long has this been done?"

"Um, about five minutes into our session."

"Cheeky boy," Lou laughed, "Okay, I'll see you around eight at Verdant."

"Be there or be square," he mumbled, standing up.

"At least dress of the times, Harvard," she teased.

Adam smiled and nodded, "I'll see you there, Ms. Lance."

Lou wandered around the club, looking for her friend, and waited at the bar after unsuccessfully identifying him. She finally caught the bartender's attention and ordered her first drink of the night, placing some bills on the counter and turning back to the scene before her.

"So this is your fun style," she heard a familiar voice flirt.

"Adam," Lou smiled, turning towards the source. "This is your style? I can see it," she complimented on his Mod-style white shirt and grey plaid pants.

"Thank you," he bowed, posing a bit to show off his belt and skin-tight clothes. "So, what did you order?"

"Sidecar, but Simone makes a fantastic Mint Julep," she suggested.

"A Mint Julep?" he pondered, "Why not, I like a nice cold drink." He drew the bartender's attention to order the drink before returning to Lou. "How often do you come here?"

"Enough to know what their bartenders can make and what they can't, that's for sure." Lou took a sip of her drink, glancing at Adam to study how he acted before finally asking, "Do you dance?"

"Not really, no," he apologized then joked, "I dance like a new-born giraffe."

"I'm sure you can tap your foot to a song? I mean, you probably danced at your bar mitzvah, right?"

"Only for the horah."

"That's not what I mean," she laughed. Looking around the crowd she points to a young group of students. "Like that?"

"No, do you?"

"Depends on who I'm with, but not normally, do you?"

"To kosher songs," she joked. "I hope me going out to drink with you doesn't make you think I'm easy?"

"I was not under that impression, besides, I'd rather be friends with you anyway. I'm mostly with the guys because of Legacy, not because I'm invested in Greek life," he confessed. "Most of them don't even care about their classes or careers, they just want to find someone to make their bubbe proud."

"And you?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm not looking for a relationship."

"Neither am I," she agreed, clinking her glass with his.