Just Wally and Me by Allen Mack
I’ve always been attracted to older men, tall, in-charge, masculine guys who are responsible, intelligent, and past the years of flightiness. Fate favored me one night some years ago when I’d gone to the C’est Soir, one of the many dance bars in Manhattan’s West 70’s, with a friend, David. I say “fate,” because it happened to be at that bar, on that night, with that particular friend, that I met—if I may wax corny—“the man of my dreams.” David had had a brief fling with this gorgeous hunk years earlier and introduced us.
Tall? Ah yes, a six-footer. Masculine? Even his handshake incited a tingling in my chimes. Intelligent? I became hypnotized by the glint of cleverness in his amazingly blue eyes—even in bar lights. And, while not a prerequisite, he was han
