My last night in Holland, a young lady, whom I met, that said she was from the Dominican Republic; accepted my invitation to supper. Part of these affairs is for the book I'm writing; after having used my imagination, and having completed it, I then tried to talk to people on an intimate basis, to try and add real life characteristics, perfected, and even overwhelming characteristics. And thus the other half of it is more of a humanitarian quest, to just try and talk to and meet people, to see how they are doing, listen if they want to talk, or sit and hold a nice and cordial conversation with them for however long it may last, thus knowing that I will probably never see them again, which can become trying, especially those that penetrate the walls of the heart, soul and mind. It is the highlight of the whole affair, to be touched and to be able to take that feeling with you, to share it with others, and of course on the long days, to have someone nice, friendly and beautiful to think about.
She was about twenty, maybe twenty-five; a combination of being friendly and a little authoritative, something I find attractive in some people, and only after sitting down and talking to her, seeming to be one of those people, maybe like myself, who manifest an outer façade of sincerity, but one of those people, after meeting, you hate to walk away from and leave, but of course, glad that, even if only in passing, that you had the chance to get to know them.
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