The Vegetarian Restaurant Commune lived in 64 1E and the entire basement. Carol King before she got her record contract had allegedly lived in 60 3E with some guy. A drug house with runaway child prostitutes including a senator's daugther lived in 60 1W. I lived in 64 2E with three male roomates, or so in one of those shotgun setups where people had made bedrooms out of the dining room and to get to the back bedroom or living room, you had to go through my room.
For privacy, I had set my bed six foot and then some high up off the floor, a steel box spring, wired to metal milk box crates that I had commandeered from alleyways and behinds stores. and brought home to stack up almost to the ceiling. I could climb up there and be completely alone and read or write or think.
I wasn't a big fan of clothing in those days. So I didn't wear any at home. I wasn't wearing any the day that a knock sounded on the door and I told whoever it was to come on in. I was up on my bed, face down, propped up by my arms, draped in a sheet reading Thackeray's Vanity Fair. I wasn't about to climb down to open the door. Besides it was an open apartment. We were cheerful and easy going.
In walks the tallest, cutest guy I had ever seen. He's only inches away from my face as I point to the back room. I actuallly peered over to see if he had brought a box with him to stand on. No box, just 6' 9 " of cute as a scarecrow hippie longness. Long hair, long lashes on his eyes. long, long legs and arms. and a big long grin on his face.
Hi, I'm Dan."
Hi, I'm Rosie, Gary is in the back. Through the double doors and past the beaded curtain.
He leaves, I throw on a silk wrap of some kind, comb my hair, pinch my cheeks.
He stops on the way back out, having bought his nickel bag...
Nice meeting you Rosie.
and I say: Tee hee hee.
We both agree that I actually said or chuckled or giggled, Tee hee hee.
That was March in the middle, we married in June.
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