September 24, 2009:
Later the sexy one. Short skirts and halter tops, firm breasts and tongue across her lip.
I felt her up under a blanket while her parents sat with us on the couch.
She wouldn't go where I needed to go, so I dropped her for someone older. That turned out wrong, too, in its own special, different way.
None of these choices were ever right, and behind them all the figure of the one most regretted, the beautiful sad girl in the charming red bowler, who liked me, and would have been real.