Through countless pitchers of beer, shots of whisky, through margaritas and White Russians, I was her wooden dummy, perched there on her thigh, there at the end of the red-puffed, half-mooned booth...
A Very Brief Excerpt from “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” by Washington Irving…
“I profess not to know how women’s hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration. Some seem to have but one vulnerable point, or door of access; while others have a thousand avenues, and may be captured in a thousand different ways. It is a great triumph of skill to gain the former, but still greater proof of generalship to maintain possession of the latter, for the man must battle for his fortress at every door and window. He who wins a thousand common hearts is therefore entitled to some renown; but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero.”