How difficult it was to find a woman for Frank and how easy it was for Allen. At his first corporate job Allen immediately realized the golf is a must sport for anybody who wants to move up in life. And even though the membership in the golf club was a significant expense for the young engineer, he spent money without hesitation. Allen was well prepared before he showed up there for the first time. He took private lessons, bought best equipment and expensive golf attire.
The investment paid of handsomely. The first time he was there, Karen the 19 years beautiful daughter of company vice president noticed a new attractive young club member and they went to their first date one month later. They looked so handsome together. Young, tall, well dressed with wide all American smiles and heavy chins. Like they just came off from Polo Ralf Lauren ad.
At the time Karen was attending private liberal arts women’s college majoring in classics. She was thrilled to have a boyfriend several years older, with exquisite gentlemanly manners. Not at all like these young boys with acne on their faces and cars borrowed from father for the night, as most of her girlfriends had. Allen was the man she read about in Jane Austin novels and dreamed to meet sometimes in her life. The fact that he appeared sooner than she expected was only a bonus. Karen thought that she was speared of all the heartache of looking for prince charming for years. Even her parents were really pleased despite Allen somewhat humble background the young man was clearly ambitious and promising.

Early Seventies. California. Frank just graduated Berkley University with engineering degree and got hired by division of Sony Corporation in San Francisco. His first day on the job was a dramatic introduction to corporate world. After an impulse to quit right away he decided to make an effort to fit in, since the other alternative was to go back home. He stayed. After a few months he realized that one more day in his office and he could get violent. He saved a little money and it allowed him to buy a motorcycle. That weekend he left SF and rode his motorcycle down Highway 1, following the Pacific coast.
He went to study on the other coast because as teenager he got so sick of his family presenting Allan to him as an example of all possible virtues that going as far as possible from home became a priority. Berkley was such a gust of freedom and warmth after stuffy and traditional environment he grew up, that Frank thought he could stay there forever, but few years later he graduated and come face to face with real life…