Dating Sally
Man, Old Maurice sure was one big sonuvabitch, but what he made me go through was nothing compared to the heartbreak I suffered the next day.
You see, I had this girlfriend – Sally Hayes – That was the prettiest girl in the world, but also the queen of all phonies and a royal pain in the ass. Anyway, I called her some time after Maurice and Sunny left my apartment and asked her to go out with me on a date. It was Sunday, sure, but there’s always a matinee or something on Sundays. I told her to be there at Two o’clock because she is always late, and told her to meet me under the clock at the Biltmore.
Man, I sure am crazy! I mean, I don’t like Sally that much, but I felt like marrying her when I saw her that day! She looked so damn gorgeous! Anyway, she arrived ten minutes late – as always – but I didn’t give a damn about it. Anyway, we went to see this play called I Know my Love, with the Lunts – Sally went crazy when she heart they were there – and she met an old friend of hers after the first act. His name was George or something like that. Then they began talking after every act about the play and its actors. The phoniest conversation ever! That sure gave me a bang.
Anyway, Sally and I went ice skating at Radio City after the play was over, and then we had a few drinks – no alcohol, though I wanted some – in this bar from where you could see the skaters. Anyway, she asked me if I was going to help her trim the Christmas tree, and I said yes. Then I somehow started ranting about my goddamn life and asked her to escape life with me, starting a discussion that ended with me telling her she was a pain in the ass. I swear that has got to be the greatest mistake of my whole friggin’ life!
