J.R. wrote:"I knew Rotini. Rotini was a friend of mine. Believe me, Rottino, you are no Rotini!"
I've posted many times before that I was at a bar in a hotel in Copley Square in Boston the night Lloyd Bentsen uttered those similar words, as I watched the debate at a hotel bar.
Not long later, I caught eyes with a girl gazing at me from across the room.
She took a seat beside me at the bar and after "small talk" she told me she was in the "entertainment business" and split her time between New York City and Boston.
I inquired if she had ever done anything "off Broadway," and and she replied quickly..... "no."
She told me she was tired, and she thought I looked like a good guy, and she just wanted a comfortable and safe end to her work trip for a fair price.
I bought us a dual shot or two, and likely another drink, and I escorted her back to her room.....and I went to mine, with nary more than an embrace. The debate had pissed me off, so her offerings were not on my radar screen of possibilities that evening, at any reduced price.
I learned later that hookers look to "catch eyes" with guys for their pickups.
She seemed like a good girl though.
