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 understand why I was tagging along to Johnny Carson’s parties with these gorgeous babes (I was the one without false eyelashes and an impressive rack). Decades later the movie ‘The Duff’ came out. In this chick flick ‘Duff’ stands for ‘designated ugly fat friend’, and chronicles the adventures of the funny, frumpy gal who is adopted by the A group as the guardian of the gate of access to the elites. 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 (and having my function so clearly defined by a throw-away Hollywood romcom), I remembered those flirtatious interactions were pretty much questions about my buddies and request for introductions. Memoir writing is a real bubble burster.
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