Well, if it’s romance and excitement you want… Wednesday morning I was having a cup of coffee in a coffee shop on Fifth Avenue, passing time before my 9:00 am appointment at the holistic center. A very handsome man entered and our eyes caught immediately. A nice way to start the day. He got coffee in the carry-out line and left. I stood behind him at the cashier. He waited for me on the sidewalk. Suit, trench coat— very business man image. He said hello— his name was Stephen— he gave me his business card and asked me to call him. A thrill in the middle of my emotional starvation. I called him that night and we had a wonderful chat. He seems bright and kind. We like each other on the phone. We arrange a date. I’m busy the next couple of nights. He’s planning to spend a long weekend at his home in Connecticut. We’re anxious to see each other— and he suggests cutting his weekend short and returning Sunday night to see me. Romance. The scorecard is perfect.
April 24th, 1982
April 24th, 1982
April 24th, 1982
Well, if it’s romance and excitement you want… Wednesday morning I was having a cup of coffee in a coffee shop on Fifth Avenue, passing time before my 9:00 am appointment at the holistic center. A very handsome man entered and our eyes caught immediately. A nice way to start the day. He got coffee in the carry-out line and left. I stood behind him at the cashier. He waited for me on the sidewalk. Suit, trench coat— very business man image. He said hello— his name was Stephen— he gave me his business card and asked me to call him. A thrill in the middle of my emotional starvation. I called him that night and we had a wonderful chat. He seems bright and kind. We like each other on the phone. We arrange a date. I’m busy the next couple of nights. He’s planning to spend a long weekend at his home in Connecticut. We’re anxious to see each other— and he suggests cutting his weekend short and returning Sunday night to see me. Romance. The scorecard is perfect.