Day 159: St. Anton—Ingrid? Innsbruck—Elisabeth?
01/08/08 09:15 PM Filed in: Austria
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Day 159 — St. Anton—Ingrid? Innsbruck—Elisabeth?
08-January-1972 (Samstag—Sat.)
So who is
Ingrid? I love that name. Why didn’t I marry her?
Well, she was one of the English girls I danced with
last night. So, I leave Ingrid in St. Anton; make
plans to meet her in England in the summer; take the
train to Innsbruck; have dinner with Elisabeth; make
plans to meet her during Easter. I’m either
incredibly suave, handsome, and debonair, with all
the pretty women, or I’m extremely naïve, don’t get
it, and can’t figure out what is going on.
I think that, even today, I’m still incredibly naïve (with women). And I still can’t figure them out. Everything’s normal.
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08-January-1972 (Samstag—Sat.)
I think that, even today, I’m still incredibly naïve (with women). And I still can’t figure them out. Everything’s normal.
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