The first time we met, she didn’t say much but instead let her hair do the talking. Her hair had a lot on its mind. It went nearly down to her knees. This was in July, at a Hollywood Hills party thrown by the friend of a friend. There was only one person in the house we both knew. At midnight we sat on a couch with a cat between us. Pretty soon she and I started petting the cat at the same time. When our fingers touched, the cat’s hair stood on end, and I think mine may have too.
When she came to my house the next day, I tried to be a gentleman and not kiss her too soon, but after eating the mango she’d brought, I couldn’t refrain. For three hours we lay on my floor kissing — just kissing, which was more than enough. Never had I known lips so soft.
