“Dating Advice from a Legend”The next night Frank took me to The Magic Castle, an exclusive private club I had been dying to see. I had read about it online but I never really thought I would get the chance to visit the 1909 chateau hidden away above the lights of Hollywood. When Frank suggested it, I answered yes quicker than a fallen debutante can lace up her bloomers at a coming out party. I had taken Marilyn’s advice and spent the better part of my day at a Beverly Hills salon investing a small fortune on trying to look like a movie star, beautiful. Marilyn was right. Frank did seem to like me. I don’t think he was simply wasting time with me as a favor because my roomie asked him to look out for me.
I tugged at my thong as I stepped out of his Porsche. It was really uncomfortable and
