What can YOU say in six sentences?
Once, long ago, you and I saw “The Graduate” in a chilly November, mid-afternoon showing at a little theater off Hollywood Blvd. As we were leaving the lobby, I convinced you to abandon your hapless fiancée, and the next day, when we were married in a tacky little white wedding chapel 300 miles away, I was the happiest man in Las Vegas.
Two months later, you deserted me and returned to your “true love,” but after our divorce and all these many years later, I never again re-married. Occasionally, I still like to watch the classics on the silver screen: Casablanca, His Girl Friday, Gone with the Wind---but they’ve never been the same without you.
Alone, now, in my seat at the Lido, absorbed by the old stories of love and loss, I guess you could say I’m only dating myself.