I used to do some work for Hollywood. One day we were filming some short scene concerning a few actors playing military officers. One woman who I couldn’t take my eyes off while in uniform, seemed like the plainest Jane ever when I saw her in civvies after the shoot.
‘Nothing like a woman in uniform.
I dated a Wave from Wisconsin in 1970. Cute as a bug in a rug and twice as sweet as candy. I broke up with her because I was listening to my “friends” telling me some things that I thought was bad at the time. I won’t go into it because I’m ashamed I once felt that way, or at least let people tell me how I should feel. Anyway, my last memory of her crying her eyes out as she walked away.
I’ve felt bad about that my whole life. Well, actually I started feeling real bad about it after I sobered up and started looking back at some rotten things I had done. Sadly, I don’t even remember her name. But I’ll always remember the name of the crazy bitch I replaced her with.