The eve of my 39th

I’m a little nervous about our relations.

He hasn’t gotten any more than a good night kiss.

That’s all I’ve given him, Stella.

I want his respect.

And men don’t want anything they can get too easy.

On the other hand, men lose interest quickly, especially when a girl is over 30.

When I mention marriage, they even forgot where I live.

So, you see I haven’t been forward with my real age.

Blanche, why are you so sensitive about your age?

Like Miss DuBois, I enjoy the company of younger gentlemen. They make me feel alive and they fill me with “you don’t look a day over 29” lies. So, on the eve of the 10th anniversary of my 29th birthday, I aim to seek out barely legal men and vodka.

Would Stanley approve?