Love & Romance...is it ever to late?

 

It’s been a while since a potential suitor tried to put a few smooth moves on me.

So, when a cashier at a local shop started to openly make a play for me tonight, I pooh-poohed the notion of a romance.

Curiously, I confessed to an acquaintance in San Francisco just this morning, that I was relieved when animal passions - and a persistent state of horniness - dropped off in recent years.

“I used to be led around by the end of my cock,” I chuckled.

And, ‘ya know what they say.

A stiff dick has no conscience!

Fortunately, I was blessed with a constant flow of potential suitors, anxious to satisfy all my sexual urges.

In fact, everywhere I turned, potential lovers were always popping out-of-the-workwork proposing marriage.

When I first sauntered into Los Angeles to pursue an acting career, the mere suggestion of an ongoing relationship was out-of-the-question.

I was “married” to my career and content to play the field.

In retrospect?

I was obviously spoiled.

When I get nostalgic, and reflect on my love life, a couple of lovers loom large in my memory.

In one instance, it has dawned on me lately - that one relentless pursuer I was particularly fond of - would have been a great soul mate.

A corny sentiment, I know!

At a time when I fantasize about being in love again, the local clerk’s unexpected advances are encouraging.

To be called “sexy” at this juncture in my life is a sure-fire indication that I am not all washed up when it comes to “hooking up”.

Unfortunately, when you’re older and wiser, practicality factors in.

Mature individuals are  inclined to do a reality check - before jumping in - and making a big splash.

Personally, I seize on all the reasons why I shouldn’t pursue a relationship, to avoid potential heart-break.

But, now and then, throwing caution to the wind is like a breath of fresh air.

Uh-huh!

I am hopeless romantic who still fantasizes about riding off into the sunset with Prince Charming.

Is it ever to late to fall head-over-heels in love?

A person can dream, can't they?

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My heart line looks a little complicated!

Dating...pick-up lines that get you in-like Flynn! Only the lonely...

On one of the local morning talk shows, DJ’s were discussing the best pick-up lines to land a date with the fair sex.

It was agreed, without hesitation, that moving in too quickly on the prey was a bad idea.

Looking too desperate (or horny) was not such a great way to start off a relationship apparently (according to the polls, anyway).

Pu**y savvy Don Juans were hip to the fact that surveying the dating terrain from afar for a moment or two was the best approach for dudes anxious to score.

Timing was important, after all.

It wouldn’t hurt for a horn dog to pay attention to an "open letter" to males that recently appeared in a slick monthly magazine.

In that hilarious piece, women revealed what they found attractive in men.

A guy who drinks scotch is sexy, most tarted-up ladies fessed up.

"He shouldn't drink anything sweet or frothy,” the  expert noted.

An un-manly cocktail like that might land you a date with her young brother, instead.

A caller this morning was asked to show his stuff by way of a little amusing play-acting on the live broadcast.

As a laid-back Lothario, he wasn’t half bad.

“Heh, the weekend’s coming up. What are you up to?"

The “heh” softened the approach, I guess.

A way to sort-of slide into home base.

The smooth disc jockey suggested the date-master utilize the fact  actress Jo-Lo’s latest feature film - The  Back-up Plan - was currently screening to maneuver a cozy rendez-vous at the local movie house.

The suggestion caused the dude’s pulse rate to rev up right away.

“The sweat’s breaking already,” he joked.

There’s an old saying which goes something like this.

“A fair maiden was never won by a faint heart.”

When interviewed - a bevy of  pretty gals (and handsome guys) - admitted they were lonely.

“Most people think we’ll be too selective because of our looks.”

Nope.

Time and time again I have noticed a knock-out sitting at a bar sipping on a cocktail alone, because potential dates in the lounge were too intimidated to make a play for their affection (and feared rejection).

Then, some average-looking person was bold enough to walk up, and say hi.

Guess what?

A large percentage of the time, the twosomes departed together, at which point the other folks in the room started kicking themselves.

Want a line that I have used over the years that never fails?

“So, are you into guys with big dicks?”

Works like a charm every time!

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UP IN THE AIR..George Clooney shines in timely film! Will you be my co-pilot...

A picture says a thousand words!

I couldn't stand the opening credits for "UP IN THE AIR".

If this hodge-podge of mundane flat images (with a score underneath that screamed Sixties B-movie) was a sign of what was to come, I half-expected to walk out.

Fortunately, once handsome George Clooney sauntered onto the screen and the plot line moved along at a fast clip, I was able to settle in for a very entertaining (and, at times, inspiring) two hours of move-making magic.

Although the subject matter is a serious one in these tough economic times (Clooney's character is basically a hatchet-man who has been hired to - as gracefully as possible - give termination notices to employees first-hand at major companies around the country when their usefulness has been outlived) the surprisingly delightful film is sparked up with a lot of hilarious dialogue, sight gags, and jokes about relationships that resonate deeply with the rapt audiences currently packing in movie theatres to catch it first time around.

The story sickens when a young efficiency expert (female, natch) - with a minor in psychology - waltzes in to incorporate sophisticated "computerized" technology into the mix  (on screen firings, for example) in a bold-faced effort to make the process more efficient and cost effective.

At this juncture, the film becomes an intense morality tale about corporate insensitivity and the loss of humanity in the workplace.

A sub-plot which focuses on Clooney's inability to commit to a relationship strikes a responsive chord, too, in this well-crafted script which dovetails a handful of believable thought-provoking scenarios which resolve fittingly (without cop out) in the closing moments of the film.

By the way - "Will you be my co-pilot?" - is bound to be a phrase (coined in the film) that surely catches on with young (and old) lovers alike as the charming Clooney offering gains momentum around the country.

Gorgeous George is at the top of his game here in a highly-nuanced performance that astounds.

All the supporting players round out the cast with solid seamless performances, too.

In fact, I expect filmgoers will be anxious to catch a couple of the relatively-unknown actors featured in "UP IN THE AIR" in future projects, if only to see what acting stuff they're truly made of for curiosity's sake.

Clooney's character falls victim to the "love" game!

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Facebook...Dear Amy consoles jilted friend!

Lopez no friend of mine!

The "Dear Amy" columnist at one of the daily papers was asked to give her opinion on an incident which occurred on Facebook recently.

The write-in correspondent was irate over the fact that a woman she was friends with years ago - but lost touch with - uploaded her picture (and stats) recently and included her in a circle of friends pictured there.

"How dare she infer I am a friend," the irate Facebook-user lamented to Dear Amy.

Right on, lady!

Here's on how the dictionary defines the term friend:

friend

–noun

1.	a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.

2.	a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter: friends of the Boston Symphony.

3.	a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile: Who goes there? Friend or foe?

4.	a member of the same nation, party, etc.

5.	(initial capital letter) a member of the Religious Society of Friends; a Quaker.

Ha!

Just as I surmised.

A friend is not a mere acquaintance, but rather, a special person in one's life.

And, once a bond has been established between two individuals - the relationship should be cherished - not treated lightly or cast off so carelessly like disposable rash.

In my estimation, if a person ends up with at least five real friends during the course of their lifelong existence on this mortal coil (trustworthy, loyal, and true) they should count themselves lucky, too.

Part of the problem rests with (and has been created by) Facebook staff.

For example, one day when I logged in to my Facebook homepage, I spied a photo of writer Steven Lopez staring down at me from a prominent section of the web page.

A caption beneath it (embedded into the home page) suggested that I contact Mr. Lopez with the ultimate aim of becoming "friends".

Since Facebook has been known to hook-up folks who have mutual friends (or take a good-faith stab at connecting individuals in the same line of work for networking purposes) I clicked on the link provided - at which point - the friendship request zipped off into the blogosphere.

Imagine that!

In spite of the fact Steven Lopez touts himself as a good-guy columnist at the Los Angeles Times daily newspaper, the gushing word-pusher didn't even give me the courtesy of a reply!

What an a**hole!

Yup, the old stick-in-the-mud, is on my enemies list now.

Next time, I'll expect to be wined and dined - and courted a little - before I cave in at Facebook.

Hell hath no fury like a potential friend scorned!

The fabric of friendship

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Chastity Bono...pursues sex change! A man in a woman's body?

Even revellers at the weekend Gay Pride celebration in West Hollywood were surprised when the startling news flash zig zagged around the globe.

Chastity Bono announced her decision to have a sex change operation to become a man.

The sexual identity scenario faced by Cher's daughter raises a couple of intriguing questions.

Did Ms. Bono encounter mental and emotional (even physical difficulties) when she tried to pursue a loving lesbian relationship with another woman in her current sexual persona?

Once Chastity goes under the knife - and ultimately transforms into a man - will any relationship she pursues with a woman in the future be considered a heterosexual one?

I applaud her courage in "coming out" on the issue.

When I was a teenager, anyone who declared themselves "gay" (we didn't use that term in those days") was considered "queer" and ripe for therapy.

One doctor, if I recall correctly, asserted that he could "treat" homosexuals and cure them of their "affliction" so that they could go on to live happy (normal) lives in nurturing straight relationships.

Personally, I've always felt that the individual (and society) should go along with the natural inclination (sexual instinct) instead of fighting it (oftentimes with disastrous heartbreaking results).

I recall the wild musings that rumbled around the world when the Christine Jorgensen story broke a few decades ago.

In the "dark ages" of sexual identity - and gender-bending - it was quite a mind-blower.

According to Ms. Jorgensen, it was simply a case of a man being born in the wrong body at birth.

I'm sure glad there weren't any slip-ups like that when I arrived in the world a bundle of joy!

To this day, when Jorgensen's name pops up on the news or in a conversation, it triggers an image of her stepping off an airplane waving happily to reporters and curious onlookers after the transformation was complete.

Many more have paved the way since - so, I expect the journey will be easier for Ms. Bono - who appears to be bent on resolving her sexual identity crisis.

Well, she's got ba**s, that's for sure!

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Women...insecure about boyfriends?

I was perched on a comfy sofa in the lobby of Loew's in Santa Monica - as the ushers cleaned out the trash from the screening before - when an attractive young hetero couple strolled by.

The "dude" caught my eye, but - not because of his "looks" - or anything aesthetic like that.

The overly-tall twenty-something guy was tripping-the-light-fantastic in the ugliest pair of peddle-pushers (!) and what had to be the tackiest pair of white clogs (!) that I had the misfortune to take a gander at in years!

When the young Asian gal spied me gazing in the direction of her date, she immediately assumed I was cruising her better half.

So, as the couple glided up the escalator a few feet beyond me, the wacko broad proceeded to pull the guy in close to her, and passionately kiss him on the lips.

The one Michael plunked on Lisa Marie had nothing on this one, believe me.

In the midst of the stifling lip-lock, she stole a glance in my direction.

Ah, the telepathic message was crystal clear!

"He's mine. So, there!"

I laughed out loud!

Are women that insecure in their relationships with men?

If so - in this instant case, anyway - the possessive tart would be wise to ban the young Lothario from any late-night jaunts alone in West Hollywood walking Fido.

Otherwise - before you can utter up - "I do" - he'll be "out" picketing in opposition to Proposition 8 with his studly boyfriend in tow.

There's an old joke that applies here.

Ten percent of the population was born gay.
The other ninety percent got sucked into it.

Amen!