| I wrestled with Deena twice. Once in 1980 or thereabouts, and again in 1984. Same set up as in previus account. I called her from a booth, and from there she directed me to her apartment. When she answered the door I thrilled at her height. I am six foot tall. In terms of height and physicality, she was fantasy incarnate. To make things worse, she wore heels! She was attractive, dark eyes, black hair. We talked for a while. It seemed we established a rapport. She was at a high point. The thing with Andy Kaufman not far behind her. She thought she would make the Carson Show in time. She was doing other things, she told me, including some stand-up comedy. My interest was to fulfil fantasy. But I HOPED that she would really be stronger. The first time I met with her, we just wrestled. I cannot say that I tried to win as hard as I might have, but niether did she. The fact is, it seemed to me that she could actually have taken me. The second time I met with her, I suggested a fantasy match. In this, she played a mean school teach and I an errant lad. It was improvised. This was very good. There are those who say that fantasies, when actualized, are disappointing. My experience with Deena proved that this is rubbish. Fantasies, when properly realized, are exquisite. Deena was good at on the spot dialogue. There were only a few dead spots, superb for a first time. She was very strong, and was able to pull me right off my feet and up. I could go on, but this should suffice for an account of my meeting with Deena Zarra. |