My Weakness Is A Man Who Wants My Affections

I was sent to ballet at five, tap at seven, modern dance, etc. In college I studied dance, not to get a job, because I enjoyed it. I was lucky and a dance troop accepted me. It was support dancing, on cruise ships. Pretty boring. One night I went out on the deck in the moonlight and an old man talked to me. Why not go to college to study something useful?

Without money? I asked him. He said he had money, but he didn't have a dancer. Needless to say I went to live with him, to take care of him, to enroll in college again. He wanted an affectionate girl, hot coffee in the morning, a hot meal. I was very affectionate, very very affectionate, so he would like me better.

I liked being affectionate, the more affectionate the better. It's not enough to be of service, a man needs are more than what a servant has to offer. A man needs affection. And for that you need to be his girl.