She woke up. I gave her my Number Three smile and said, "Say sugar, I could fall for a doll like you." She blinked. Looked around, wondering where she was like when you wake up in a cheap motel with a hangover. Looked me in the eyes. Then she said as follows: "No thanks, I've already had one little prick."

Guess it was around midnight I was off to nab a sweetie named Cinderella, who was obviously stoned. She was missing a shoe and kept babbling about turning into a pumpkin and seeing rats as coachmen. I sparked a Camel and said, "Babe I could fall hard for you." She looked me right in the bright baby blues and said, "Not until I try you on for size."

And she wasn't talking about my shoes.