At some point, I started reading their team-up novels... and began noticing the romantic tension between Frank and Nancy.
Even so, I always identified with Frank because he was the smart one, the rational one.
For a kid who got picked on a lot for being a nerd, it was a good match (I even dressed up like him for my elementary school's Halloween Costume Contest... no surprise, I did NOT make it past the first round looking like the Ralphie from A Christmas Story).
Back to the Hardy/Drew team-ups... while I didn't have a biological need for romance, through reading and film and the like I'd developed a social need to "find love." You know the story, right? Chasing the girl you like around the jungle gym, even though you don't know why (and certainly didn't have a tingle down south, yet)?
Cooties? Never bothered me. Girls never liking me back? Traumatic.
Weird thoughts for a kid well before their majority.
So... fast forward to today and I can't tell if it's helped me or not. I've had a few short relationships that broke down because they didn't meet my standard (or what I thought was my standard) of finding a PARTNER.
Maybe I'm broken... maybe I took the right lesson but didn't learn the other ones about getting to said partner... but I can safely say, a single scene in a Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys novel completely changed my world view about what I wanted in life.
Also... I'll never vacation at a ski resort because of said scene, either.
P.S. - Man, looking back at these covers? Fashion is WEIRD.