“George Gershwin asked me to marry him, but I knew he didn’t love me, so I said no. He was sweet and vulnerable, successful and good-looking with an instant appeal. So terribly boyish. But he needed constant approval. So he had constant ladies. Whenever he met one, he pretended that he had written a waltz, just for her, that moment. He’d always use the same lyric and just put her name in the blank space. It was his mating call.”