Looking At Mr. Goodface
August, 1985
I keep looking at him, at the elegant curve of his jaw, the luxurious curling of his black lashes framing sea-foam eyes, the sensuous yet chiseled mouth, the perfect teeth, the flawless cheekbones, the long, lean body. And it keeps occurring to me that I am a nitwit. Any girl who could even consider giving up this man has to be a fool."Honey," said my friend Loretta, looking at his picture, "this is not a man who should be cast into the cold without a lot of major forethought.&quo...
