I was scrolling through Facebook, when I saw a post asking people to reveal the best compliment they have ever received. This is my answer:
The only woman to ever hit on me was a short, seemingly neurotic, apparently homeless, apparently drug-addled, apparent prostitute with upper teeth like a ski slope who asked me if I wanted to have a "date" behind a bus at the Port Authority bus station in New York City in the mid-1990s, when I was in my mid-30s. I declined her offer, thanked her for her offer, and I told her that I would sit and talk with her until my bus arrived to take me back home to New Jersey after work. I would speak with her every weekday for a few weeks until she disappeared. She was incredibly nice to me, and I still appreciate her kindness. I remember her to this day, and I will remember her always.
I just remembered another one: After I gave my wife's good friend a copy of a CD of my piano playing in 2009, she asked me to autograph it. That was the only time anyone asked me for my autograph, other than on a rent check.
May 20, 2025, at home
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