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I Was the DUFF — The City Without Foreplay pg111
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
And then there were the bouquets of showgirls who also frequented the casino lounge between their two nightly shows. I initially got to know the showgirls and dancers from delivering flowers to their dressing rooms. Every guy who worked at the Tropicana eventually learned that for $5 I would deliver a rose with a message to the goddess of his choice… for all the good it did him. My accompanying descriptions of paying admirers entertained the fabulous, glittering Amazons and the adorable dancers in their rooms full of cluttered, brightly lit mirrors. Pretty soon they were inviting me on field trips. Those ladies went to some fancy ass parties. — From Chapter 5
I didn’t quite know why I got to tag along to Johnny Carson’s parties with these exquisite babes (I was the one without a cute nose, false eyelashes or an impressive rack). Decades later the movie The DUFF came out. In this high school coming of age flick duff stands for designated ugly fat friend, and chronicles the adventures of the funny, frumpy gal who suspects she was adopted as the guardian of the gate to deny or allow access to the A group.
I wasn’t fat or short but that was about it, and I was it. Sure all the male attention was fun, but while writing this memoir I recalled those flirtatious interactions were almost always questions about my gorgeous showgirl friends and requests for introductions. Memoir writing (and good coming of age flicks) can be total bubble bursters.
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