I had a dream last night that I was Harold and you were Maude.
Another flirtatious young man? "have your way with me"? I blushed, and it WASN'T from my mug of ceylon tea steaping in front of me. The gentlemen are so upfront with their sexuality. So much more than when I was playing. I am an open book if you care to read my pages. Mr. Tangle, your explicit talk reminded me of a rooster strutting around the barnyard. I am sure you are a handsome devil. And Mr. Daddy, my how you must work on that physique. It has been quite sometime since I have laid eyes on a hard, chiseled Adonis like yourself. I have searched for photos of you, and have only found things that must be before your dedication to exercise. But dark, mysterious eyes. My guess is a latin lover? Enough!! I have overstayed my welcome here. Mistress of the room, banish me to my proper place, and I will wait for these gentlemen to come knocking at my door. Oh and my Tinkerbell says Sweetie isn't a bitch. And she should know. tee hee. (i have humor too)
I am absoulute in my beliefs and will one day prove my theory beyond a shadow of a doubt.
I am sooo thankful everytime I look out into that audience and know I have played a part in bringing you out for the night. New York has a thousand choices at ANY given moment, and for so many of you to frequent my parties sooooo loyally makes me feel like the luckiest old whore stil knocking around this ghost town. And to THANK me on top of it is a mind blower!!!!! THANK YOU, THANK YOU for employing me, for valuing me, for trusting my taste of whats good, and for filling my room with beauty. I mean it. THANK YOU!!