THE FEMININE VIEWPOINT

by and about women

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Dear Jo:

Hi, darling. How was the trip? I finally got your letter, after haunting the mailbox all week. You mentioned being lonely! I'm surprised at you; after all the wonderful discussions we've had on that subject! You, too? Doesn't seem possible!

Speaking of loneliness, I was down in that little gay bar last night, when I spotted the prize lonely puppy of all time! You know me, and my old granny instincts; so I edged over and tried to start a conversation with her. What a job! She should have had a sign: "Lonely. Please do not disturb" around her (quite attractive) neck. You know, that's the strange thing about the ones who complain that they are lonely. Just try to get some sociability out of them. Well, I'm persistent, so I kept at it, and I finally got the low-down. Yes, she was lonely, and waiting for the right one to come along. But, somehow, this anticipated event never took place. The longed-for one never materialized. And so, night after night, she hung around the gay bar, waiting... just waiting

but nothing ever happened. I began to question her about the kind of girl she was waiting for. And then, I felt as though I were trying to walk through deep sand! Well, she told me, any kind of a girl would do. . . providing she were a tall blonde, with blue eyes! (And the strangest thing about it, was that I didn't ask Miss Loneliness of 1959 about her choice of colors. I

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