*sitting down at the computer in my 5th floor Plaza Hotel room, opening the journal I haven't touched since my divorce from Walter Macy*
It's April 18, 2006 and last night I spent the evening reading a story out loud to my new friend, Donivan Kline. The story was pretty hot and we both wound up doing the horizontal rumba on his sofa. I hope he won't think I'm a tramp. We'd only been dating since Saturday night when Lindsay Davis invited me to join them at the Four Seasons Club to meet this handsome golf pro.
We're having dinner tonight at 7:30 and I plan to divulge a little bit more of my somewhat sordid past. He already knows I went through a nasty divorce from Walter Macy when he didn't like me returning to work as a fashion model. He also knows that I posed for a Playboy centerfold, but he has no idea about all those photographs that Bobby Campbell talked me into after he made up my portfolio.
Hopefully, he won't hold my past against me.
