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The guy is hilarious though, have a read“Oh, my God, he had me. This was 1938; guys in our neighbourhood didn’t talk like that. They didn’t know how to sweet-talk a girl, but Frankie did. He wasn’t a love ‘em, leave ‘em type, either. He’d stay the night, or at least slip out early in the morning, before my parents awakened. I felt loved. But I was thirteen, even though I looked maybe eighteen. So what the hell did I know about love?
“One night, when we had sex, just as he reached that moment, he whispered in my ear, ‘I love you, Nancy.’ I was thrilled. My heart was beating out of my little chest.
“The next day I told one of my girlfriends about it. She said, ‘You fool. His girlfriend’s name is also Nancy!’ I suddenly knew he meant her, not me. So I called him and said we could never see each other again. I was getting so hooked on him, I was afraid I would get hurt.”
Frank’s reaction to Nancy’s telephone call? “Okay, baby. If that’s the way you want it. See ya ’round,” he said.
“Think of me the next time you have that kind of sex.”
http://www.news.com.au/entertainmen...natras-love-life/story-fna50uae-1227499468612