I went to meet Sally at the Biltmore Hotel. She looked really nice, she’s always goddam late, but it‘s worth it when a girl looks so damn nice. We horsed around a little in the cab on the way down. I told her I loved her, obviously I didn’t mean it, but the funny thing was, I meant it when I said it.
We went in the theatre and sat down. After the first act we went out with all the other jerks for a cigarette. Sally saw this boy she thought she knew. He noticed her after a while and came over to say hello, he was from Andover. It really irritated me, they were flirting like mad. The goddam moron stayed with us the rest of the night.
Sally had an idea to go skating, but you could tell she was only it it to wear the little skating skirt. She kept walking in front so I could seen how good her butt looked in it, it did look damn good though, I have to admit. I started to rant about all the goddam phonies everywhere. Then all of a sudden I got this idea that me and Sally could run away together away from city and live in our own little hut in Vermont, and I could get a job when we ran out of money. I got really excited about it. But Sally didn’t like the idea, she said it wouldn’t work. I started to hate her. I didn’t mean to but I called her a royal pain in the ass, that really upset her and I apologised like a madman but she just wouldn’t listen. Boy did I regret saying that. Things were awkward so I give back my skates, put on my shoes and left.
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