He said that, while I was beautiful, I was "a cold fish" in bed. And certainly never conceived that someone would leave me because of it, particularly for a less attractive woman.
Since Peter had leased the place, I had to relocate.
Right into an intersection where he was hit by a car. After all, they'd been looking at me for over ten years.
I rarely wore a bra, often dressed in short skirts and tight shorts, and didn't mind when people stared. But it was more about the attention and, I suppose, it felt like a kind of power; not a sexual thing for me at all.
Without exaggeration, I can assure you that people considered me extremely attractive.
Photos from the time depict a young woman, 5'8" tall, with a slender 115-pound frame, firm a/b-cup breasts, brunette hair, and a model-pretty face.
Lucy introduced me to the director, who looked me over and, without even a "hello," exclaimed "where were you when we were casting for Lucy's part?
" Lucy shot me a daggered look, and never invited me to the set again.
Mary was average looking, with a flat-nosed, square face, dirty blonde hair, big soft breasts, and a stocky build. Steve was tall and lanky and, unfortunately, had a badly acne-scarred face. I will acknowledge that, objectively, he was extremely sexy, with a totally ripped body, a classically handsome face, and an air of confidence.
She would have been on the edge of OK looking if she lost 15 pounds, but she didn't really care to do it. High-school educated and of average intelligence, she worked in a medical office, at a low-stress job. He seemed relatively quiet and travelled a lot for work. He didn't take the same interest in me that most men did, which I thought was a little strange. I didn't pay much attention to him as he was unattractive and seemed of average intelligence. He was probably 6'1" and 200 pounds of solidly defined muscle.