Around the Girl in Eighty Ways
The first time I saw her was mid-December at the LGBT Community Center Christmas party. She was chatting with several other women and she was the most beautiful woman in the room. Her long dark hair fell in waves down her back. My heart stopped.
“Who is that woman?” I asked my friend Sharon.
Sharon glanced the way I was looking. “The new pianist for the women’s chorus,” she replied. “I think her name’s Suzanne something-or-other. I understand she just moved here.”
“Nice,” I sighed. “Very nice.”
“Don’t get your hopes up,” Sharon told me. “You’d have to wait in line.”
“Is she taken?”
“No idea,” Sharon answered. She started toward the food room.
“Wait,” I followed after her. “Wait! Give me a little background.”
Sharon turned back to me. “See the woman s
