So the Saturday park visit was indeed refreshing... and enlightening to know that I am found to be attractive. It’s a girl thing, I realize... and I no longer am confounded by such a reaction. It’s the hormones.
And as opposed to the raunchiness of the Greenwich Village saloon, encounters in the park seemed natural... almost wholesome... the manner in which a girl should meet a man.
So, when there came this one guy who didn’t sheepishly turn his head when I returned his admiring gaze. I let things happen... uttering again those six words. And on that occasion I thereafter felt good.
Arriving at the Waldorf, I find the separate bank of elevators for the apartments. Amazingly plush digs, I think to myself. But expected of the woman who spent thousands to save me from cancer... and offer a
