Susanne-Calif.

TRUE STORY

365 THANKSGIVING

DAYS A YEAR

"There but for the ungraciousness of God go I" — whenever I see a girl with a je ne sais quoi style to her walk, a precisely-uniquely so- right figure, a softly flip way of wearing her hair, a wry twisty smile to go with a melodiously gently ironic way of talking. Whenever I see a girl very much in current fashion and/but still uniquely herself: Her clothes are saying "I am a girl, a member of the gentler sex like all of us girls, yet forever individually different."

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Patently I've never fought too hard against being such a girl myself to me and to such few others as have known, seen, heard the choosy Suzie who is me. (Few? Over the years I've been "that" girl" to hundreds, thousands! Maybe only a few hundreds have actually seen me as I like me obviously enjoying my femininity in what the univer- sal boutique offers. Maybe the same when I've played Wrong Number and somehow (oh?!) let the Wronged Number guess, on the phone, I was a typically talkative and apologetically-embarassed clothes-filly. But with the flow of distaff-oriented correspondence, creative- writing from my polka-dotted typewriter, tens of thousands have be- come familiar (sometimes breathtakingly so!) with this Suzie I am.)

Really, I'm not pulling a pouter-pigeon, prideful of her conquests, on you; I'm really offsetting for myself that occasional "There but for the ungraciousness of God" feeling. (A feeling any girl, I think, has seeing another, differently attractive chick). Really, I should thank God for a face which can be interpreted as pretty, a figure that CAN be interpreted to my whim, legs which can't be misinterpreted as anything but LEGS! While I'm not petite, I can thank God my height would be considered average and not statuesque in any given group of

women.

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