My balcony with a seaview and easy drinks, and my gentle smile, attract lonely men.
They come, they tell me their troubles, I tell them mine, we make jokes, they leave. Sometimes they fall in love with me and I push them mildly away, sometimes they fall in love with someone else and I lose a friend.
"Am I the mental equivalent of a blow-up doll?" I asked one of them teasingly. But I need the company, too. I need someone to stare at the sea with me, someone to direct my gentle smile at.
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