Princely hands

     As I often say " You never know whose gonna get in your backseat!" And on a warm spring day two men hail me down on the W.50's on 11th ave. it was the Rolls Royce repair shop. The guy in his late 30's stayed silent. It was the older gentleman with his very distinguished mustache that did all the conversing. He took a shine to me and asked me a lot of questions. He explained how his Rolls needed to be serviced as we drove the very short distance to Park Ave South. He also mentioned in passing how he was the Prince of the Neatherlands. In passing?! So the old man hands me his card and tells me to ring him. I handed him one of my postcards. Hey, it had my number!

     A few days had passed and I got a message on my machine. Figured what the heck? So I returned his call. I gotta tell ya', it was a true pleasure to converse with this man. He was cultured, had a way of treating you like you were special. He invited me over on that following Sunday. He and his wife the Princes would be entertaining A New York Times Best Selling Author.

     When I say "Park Ave to the park bench", I mean it. But I've never been around a real Prince.

     I showed up with a a dozen pink Carnations. I know, cornball. But that's me. I entered and was announced and take up to the apt. In the lift. I was presented to the Princess and kissed her hand. Now I'm feeling really cornball. She was a lovely older women. The author was a women with her husband and we sat and were served champagne and orderves. We talked about this B movie that I had a featured role in called "Waitress." And my under fives in the soaps. The authors book and then we were shown around. As I sat the Prince placed a statue in my hands. He asked if I knew what I held? I answered no. He said "That my good fellow is The Maltese Falcon." I was speechless then but there was much more to follow. His city dwelling was a virtual muse am. He had a Picasso on one wall and a Rembrandt on another. The names of the other artist are a blurr. I touched the frame of some of then. That these treasures were out in the open made me feel as if I were in a private museum. 

     At the end of our tour he pulled me aside and showed me the blueprints to a mansion he was building his son in Connecticut. After all this I was overwhelmed. I finally had to call it a night and thanked everyone for a lovely evening. 

     There really was so much more that I was shown that there can be more pages here. But just with what I've mentioned imagine how my head was spinning.

     I guess that was the Princes intent because our next phone call was him propositioning me. How I could be his driver and the things he could give me. Yeah, all that wealth and beauty. And none of it meant crap to me. I don't and will never sleep with anyone unless it's sex that I want. And besides, I don't do men. Not for any money. 

     So, I thanked him and told him that I enjoyed his company and that perhaps we may be friends, but that's it! To which we ended our call and the Prince never called or returned any of my 2 messages left. I can live with me, and sleep well at night.