Lolita of Madison Avenue

I met my saucy neighbor, all of 20, on the stairs.  The conversation went something like this.

11ish p.m.

“Hey, how are ya,” she said, her dress hiked high above her fleshy thighs.

“I’m okay…tired…worked all day.  Now too keyed up to sleep so I’m cleaning a bit.  Tossing things out.”

“Really? You’re cleaning? Wanna come with me? I’m goin dancin at a club with my friends Emily and Raquel.  We have passes.”

She was simply aglow at the prospect of getting in somewhere for free.  I thought, youth, despite its gaudy grandeur, has a purity to it the way her eyes glistened with disco promise.

“No thanks.  I’m about to tackle my lingerie drawer packed with so much stuff I never wear.”

“Really?  Stuff you never wear…weren’t you a model?  I’ll bet you have some really cool stuff.”

“I do, and for the record…I’m still a model who doesn’t necessarily need 300 thongs.”

“Would ya mind if I hung around, while you cleaned?”

I had to laugh at the way her face lit up thinking of secondhand undies.

“No, by all means, come upstairs, and if there’s something you like, it’s yours.  But what about going dancing?”

“Well, if you’re fast, I can still go.  But if not, that’s okay.  We can just order a pizza and hang out.”

Youth, like I said, there’s a purity in it, even if you have to stretch your imagination, like a thong, just a little.




About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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24 Responses to Lolita of Madison Avenue

  1. micklively says:

    The lure of the freebie. She sounds really shallow. I wonder how the conversation panned out as she spectated your frayed knickers?


    • She’s a kid in her first New York apartment. Manhattan is her oyster so to speak. I gave her fingerless gloves once with rhinestones and you would have thought she won the Derby. I can’t help being a tad envious of her enthusiasm.

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  2. I lover her enthusiasm too! My son is and his friends are that age and I often say “oh to be so carefree” as they head out the door to do something fun without an ounce of worry. Envious indeed!


  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    I now head up to bed earlier than I used to head out to the clubs.
    During our early 20s, immediately after graduating from college, my best friend and I moved from Green Bay to four different states (in 4 years) with no jobs lined up. We wanted to explore the US, party, and simply have fun. We started in my home state of NY, then VT, then her mom’s home state of AZ, and on to CA. We simply knew things would work out. And they did!


  4. You gotta love youth! I could just picture your conversation. did you order pizza?


  5. Did she end up with anything? Used thongs….hmmm….


  6. Ally Bean says:

    Oh man! Was I ever that young and enthusiastic? I think so, but it’s been a long time. What a fun story. So when are you two going out dancing? 😉


  7. AH, I think I prefer the slowed-down life. I mean I did enjoy playing volleyball 7 nights a week and still going to a club or two on the weekends, but now – I enjoy writing, reading, and knowing that going to dinner with a friend will, probably, be my best (and only) night-out of the week. Not so bad.

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  8. She sounds sweet, even if she is just angling for some free underwear.

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