I remember once when I was young, and I was coming back from some place, a movie or something. I was on the subway and there was a girl sitting across from me, and she was wearing this dress that was buttoned queer up right to here, she was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And I was shy then, so when she would look at me I’d look away, then afterwards when I’d back she’d look away. Then I got to where I was gonna get off, and got off. The doors closed, and as the train was pulling away she looked right at me and gave me the most incredible smile. It was awful, I wanted to tear the doors open. And I went back everynight, same time, for 2 weeks, but she never showed up. That was 30 years ago and I don’t think there’s a day that goes by that I don’t think about her.
An Indecent Proposal.