Original Vintage Art & Text
Art by Vince Colletta from the story “Lucky Liz” in FIRST KISS #9, 1959. (No link to the whole comic this time because First Kiss #9 is not online.)
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SCENE: Woman and man sitting next to each other on a plane.
WOMAN: I’m not that kind of girl! Unless...you’re that kind of boy!
1959 Art: Vince Colletta Color: Allen Freeman
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WOMAN: I’m not that kind of girl! Unless...you’re that kind of boy!
1959 Art: Vince Colletta Color: Allen Freeman
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“People are different there–they’re real!..
…I know because when I start goosing them randomly, the police get involved.”
…They’re not 2D characters drawn up in some late ’50s romance comic. They have depth and say things that are really, really insightful…oh look! A horsie!”
…Which is why I’m moving somewhere fake. Like LA. Or Poughkeepsie.”
…Which is more better than the last town I lived in. Everyone there was an inflatable sex doll. I mean, yeah. Sure. The block parties were fun. But it really made going to the grocery store into an ordeal.”
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It was at this moment Fred realized why people pay the extra $500 for first class.
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Shockingly, Fred’s strategy of pissing women off at the start of a relationship never resulted in him getting laid.
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I gotta ask John. I know we’ve seen this art before. But didn’t it have different dialogue? Or was there just two different panels that looked similar?
Great stuff, Jams. I found the First Class gag particularly funny.
As for your question…
This is a re-run, but if you’re talking about the original art then yes—there is a very similar panel that’s on the same page of the story. You can see it here:
https://www.lastkisscomics.com/comic/taking-the-lust-train/
Gotcha. Thanks.
“…and here’s to the girl who says she doesn’t, but just for me she might.”
Actually I don’t know what’s real or unreal anymore. I’ve lost my meds. I may have left them back at the Sanatorium.
Nah, baby: I’m that kind of MAN!