...and I am beginning to think this is very true. No sooner did I mention a certain lovely younger judge in my previous post, then the next day I saw him as I was driving out of my street. He doesn't live in this area. What was he doing here? There is only one way in and one way out where I live. Interesting?
That spurred me to google him again and be mortified to find that this lovely hottie I had exchanged a very surprising but extremely lusty flirtation with a few years ago was only ten years older than my own daughter. Oh God...but he was so willing at the time he went out of his way to tell me he "wasn't married" when it was totally unnecessary for me to know it.
And to make it even more serendipitous, when I looked him up again, remembering a charitable organization he is deeply committed to, I discovered that among the three recipients that were honored at last years fall gala is the name of the "older" prominent surgeon who kissed me in the neck several times and called me "incredibly hot and sexy" at a certain Jazz club a little over a week ago and gave me his card. I got chills reading this. It was just too coincidental....it's such a big world out there and yet...
Is the universe playing a joke on me, especially when last year I considered going to said Gala in order to get a peek at the unforgettable judge in his natural environment?
And to take it further, the entertainers at said Gala is a group that I play often, especially the song called "All This Love" which, whenever I hear it, I have to undulate to the melody...and its slow, sensual Latin beat.
Life is so bloody interesting, isn't it? I can hardly wait to see what comes next in this comedy called living because in the middle of all the chaos there is a plan and a purpose we are not privy to. The universe rules and life has me thinking that old adage "youth is entirely wasted on the young" may have some validity to it! The woman I am now would have made mince meat out of the girl I used to be in the area of love and sex. And she was pretty well loved by quite a few incredible and sexy males (starting in kindergarten and I have the photos to back it up.) One day I shall write about it. For now, I am thankful every day for who I am and that I have never had a wish to be anyone else (except for the occasional wish to be a masseuse to certain beautiful male celebs I've admired). I do have good hands and a third eye and they both go a long ways into understanding the messages they see and feel.
I suppose some would categorize me as a "dirty old women" at this stage of the game, but they would have to be privy to my birth records to say it! I also think the Maitre d at a certain Italian hot spot in West Hollywood would argue the case while he was speaking to S, T. and I last night ( he is an old friend of S, but he also knows me as I frequent the restaurant) and his eyes were mostly on my chest (and a very modest cleavage it is too) and blushing the whole time. God, I do hope I get to go round again...because I still have a lot of living to do and one lifetime is not enough!
It is midnight and I just finished eating (a lovely pork loin stuffed with prunes I cooked up on the spur of the moment and a tender sweet potato and some salad and two glasses of a very nice Santa Barbara Pinot Noir). I have "All this Love (is Waiting for You)" playing and I am sitting at my kitchen counter thinking I should go to bed soon if I am to get up and get into town early enough to enjoy the great L.A. weather and meet up with my friends for a few parties at the Pacific Design Center tomorrow. I also have a DVF gift certificate burning a hole in my pocket and I need to check in with her store.
My friend S is another night owl, but I'll see him sometime tomorrow too. We get along famously and he's so easy to be with....and so straightforward. We all need that kind of friend. We talk about everything. He's a life long bachelor and loves women. He thinks he knows everything there is to know about them, but he's learning from me that he doesn't (perhaps because I am secure enough to be honest too) and I'm loving every minute of surprise I spring on him. I will post some of his personal observations on certain common "recreational" (as in sex enhancement) substances later this week when I have some free time. In the meantime...
...life is good...even when it's bumpy...and I am eternally grateful for all it's blessings.
Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Speaking of Dancing
Last Thursday I went to a jazz club on Sunset to hear a little Latin Jazz. I've seen this group play several times before and they are great. My friend T and I decide to grab a bite there too and I ordered a bottle of wine, as the show would not start for another half hour or so. I had just gotten my taxes out to my accountant and I was in the mood to celebrate.
Once the group started playing it immediately awakened my ever present "dancing spirit" and it was difficult for me to sit still. After about the third tune, I noticed a couple in a booth across the room got up and were dancing. I stood it as long as I could and about half way through the song I couldn't take it anymore and got up went and stood near a wall facing the stage and did my "thing." Getting it out of my system, I quickly sat down once the music stopped. Apparently I had attracted the attention of the people at the table next to us, which was a party of about 6-7 people, because once the music started again, this "older," smartly dressed man came up to me and asked me to dance.
I never turn down the opportunity to dance and jumped up at the chance. The guy could dance, but we danced apart, each doing our thing....and doing my "thing" I was....eyes closed...lost in the music, arms up in the air, body swaying...hips in sync with the bongos.... I was busy expressing my "inner" dancer....when I was rudely awakened by my dance partner kissing the side of my neck and asking me if I knew how incredibly hot and incredibly sexy I was. I barely opened an eye, placed my hand on his chest and gave him a friendly little shove. By this time another two couples ventured by the same wall and were dancing....and I continued...lost in my self expressive way and gliding on the floor in my 3 inch heels and my favorite DVF fitted silk dress....when my partner again started kissing my neck anew and again singing my praises in a repeat of the same words.
Unperturbed and thinking he was a few sheets to the wind maybe...I gave him another gentle, but firm, push (pretty much the same treatment I'd given over-amorous young men in my youth). Surely he would get the hint? Finally he took my hands and we did a few moves together and then the song ended and he took me back to the table and taking my hand..says to my friend..."Thank you for giving me the pleasure of dancing with your beautiful and incredibly sexy friend" and as he went back to his friends, I suddenly turned to T and said "Why the hell is he thanking you? Does he think we're Lesbians?" She started giggling and I gave her a dirty look.
Well, a few seconds later, I noticed he was paying the bill for the entire table of guests (male and female) and he comes up to me, leans over my shoulder and asks me if I have a card. I said I didn't and he puts his on the table and tells me he would very much like to take me to dinner and if I wanted to go to please call him. I smiled but don't even remember what I said.
After T and I left the club, she called our friend S. and he told us he had just gotten home from dinner with a group of friends and had had too much Sake, but asked us to come over. T said he sounded a little fuzzy and I was in the mood for coffee and desert, so we stopped at the Coffee Bean on Sunset near Palm and I got a large latte and some almond croissants for me and cupcakes and a large chocolate latte for him. At his apartment, the three of us spent another hour talking and then I headed for home but not before S told me he liked my dress as I went out the door.
When I got home, I pulled out the card and looked at it. Turns out my sticky admirer is a very serious, prominent Beverly Hills surgeon (Stanford grad) who has a worldwide reputation in his field. After having a good laugh, unable to reconcile his ardor with the serious field he was in, I e-mailed both T and S about it and S kiddingly answered that I better make friends with him in case any of us was ever a candidate for the delicate surgery this man does. At that point I was thinking that I was awfully glad that I hadn't knocked the guy down with my gentle shoves and all I could think of is that it is hard to judge a book by its cover...the man had had a few drinks perhaps...and probably thought the same of me...so it was easy to take the liberties...the kind a smart female takes as flattery, without too much importance and the kind one just swats away like a moth that gets too close.
The next day, out of curiosity, I pulled out the card again and did a little research....and had the thought that my tax accountant (who lives in a very pricy part of town overlooking the ocean and had called me about taking me to lunch ) probably knows the guy. I was grinning and thinking how curious it would be if there was a connection. All I will say is that it is a very small world and one should never make snap judgements. All I thought at the moment he came up to me was that it was an "old guy" (because I see myself as eternally young) and he was asking me to dance and I would have danced with King Kong...if he had asked....just to get out there and do something I love doing so much.
I was also very gratified that night, when another couple came by our table and the male told me that I was a "great" dancer and that their side of the room had all been commenting....SO, needless to say....I had come home, one very content and very swelled headed, hot (and sexy) lady... and wondering whether the "old" guy still had some life in him? I do remembering looking in the mirror after removing my make up....and saying to myself..."You are no spring chicken, luve....so who are you calling old?"
Almost a week later his card is sitting next to my computer. I keep thinking maybe I'll talk to my accountant and see if he knows him, after all, one can never have too many friends... But I recognize that the problem with me is that, at my core, I am still that young girl....lost in her dreams...and again waiting for the ONE man "with the right heat" who will knock ME off my feet (on the dance floor or not) to walk into my life.
The cynic in me doesn't believe he exists anymore....but my heart just doesn't want to believe it. It's happened before so why not! I still think of a lovely, younger judge that made my heart (and other body parts) do funny things. I was a fool to let that one slip by. How many times can one do that before fate says....that's all you get, lady! Don't be greedy! You've already had your lifetime quota!
Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
Once the group started playing it immediately awakened my ever present "dancing spirit" and it was difficult for me to sit still. After about the third tune, I noticed a couple in a booth across the room got up and were dancing. I stood it as long as I could and about half way through the song I couldn't take it anymore and got up went and stood near a wall facing the stage and did my "thing." Getting it out of my system, I quickly sat down once the music stopped. Apparently I had attracted the attention of the people at the table next to us, which was a party of about 6-7 people, because once the music started again, this "older," smartly dressed man came up to me and asked me to dance.
I never turn down the opportunity to dance and jumped up at the chance. The guy could dance, but we danced apart, each doing our thing....and doing my "thing" I was....eyes closed...lost in the music, arms up in the air, body swaying...hips in sync with the bongos.... I was busy expressing my "inner" dancer....when I was rudely awakened by my dance partner kissing the side of my neck and asking me if I knew how incredibly hot and incredibly sexy I was. I barely opened an eye, placed my hand on his chest and gave him a friendly little shove. By this time another two couples ventured by the same wall and were dancing....and I continued...lost in my self expressive way and gliding on the floor in my 3 inch heels and my favorite DVF fitted silk dress....when my partner again started kissing my neck anew and again singing my praises in a repeat of the same words.
Unperturbed and thinking he was a few sheets to the wind maybe...I gave him another gentle, but firm, push (pretty much the same treatment I'd given over-amorous young men in my youth). Surely he would get the hint? Finally he took my hands and we did a few moves together and then the song ended and he took me back to the table and taking my hand..says to my friend..."Thank you for giving me the pleasure of dancing with your beautiful and incredibly sexy friend" and as he went back to his friends, I suddenly turned to T and said "Why the hell is he thanking you? Does he think we're Lesbians?" She started giggling and I gave her a dirty look.
Well, a few seconds later, I noticed he was paying the bill for the entire table of guests (male and female) and he comes up to me, leans over my shoulder and asks me if I have a card. I said I didn't and he puts his on the table and tells me he would very much like to take me to dinner and if I wanted to go to please call him. I smiled but don't even remember what I said.
When I got home, I pulled out the card and looked at it. Turns out my sticky admirer is a very serious, prominent Beverly Hills surgeon (Stanford grad) who has a worldwide reputation in his field. After having a good laugh, unable to reconcile his ardor with the serious field he was in, I e-mailed both T and S about it and S kiddingly answered that I better make friends with him in case any of us was ever a candidate for the delicate surgery this man does. At that point I was thinking that I was awfully glad that I hadn't knocked the guy down with my gentle shoves and all I could think of is that it is hard to judge a book by its cover...the man had had a few drinks perhaps...and probably thought the same of me...so it was easy to take the liberties...the kind a smart female takes as flattery, without too much importance and the kind one just swats away like a moth that gets too close.
The next day, out of curiosity, I pulled out the card again and did a little research....and had the thought that my tax accountant (who lives in a very pricy part of town overlooking the ocean and had called me about taking me to lunch ) probably knows the guy. I was grinning and thinking how curious it would be if there was a connection. All I will say is that it is a very small world and one should never make snap judgements. All I thought at the moment he came up to me was that it was an "old guy" (because I see myself as eternally young) and he was asking me to dance and I would have danced with King Kong...if he had asked....just to get out there and do something I love doing so much.
I was also very gratified that night, when another couple came by our table and the male told me that I was a "great" dancer and that their side of the room had all been commenting....SO, needless to say....I had come home, one very content and very swelled headed, hot (and sexy) lady... and wondering whether the "old" guy still had some life in him? I do remembering looking in the mirror after removing my make up....and saying to myself..."You are no spring chicken, luve....so who are you calling old?"
Almost a week later his card is sitting next to my computer. I keep thinking maybe I'll talk to my accountant and see if he knows him, after all, one can never have too many friends... But I recognize that the problem with me is that, at my core, I am still that young girl....lost in her dreams...and again waiting for the ONE man "with the right heat" who will knock ME off my feet (on the dance floor or not) to walk into my life.
The cynic in me doesn't believe he exists anymore....but my heart just doesn't want to believe it. It's happened before so why not! I still think of a lovely, younger judge that made my heart (and other body parts) do funny things. I was a fool to let that one slip by. How many times can one do that before fate says....that's all you get, lady! Don't be greedy! You've already had your lifetime quota!
Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
DWTS - Another Hot Male Contestant...
...who I hope can dance.
I've watched the show before for two reasons....Christian De La Fuente, Giles Marini and I'm contemplating watching a few of them for contestant William Levy (a fellow Cuban) who I hope can dance as well and come off as sexy as the above mentioned.
The other two were very sensual and loose (pelvic wise) in their moves and Mr. Levy has the looks and the sex appeal. Now lets see if he has the moves.
It is in his blood so I predict a whole slew of women that normally don't tune in will be watching and, of course, Cheryl Burke's his dance partner....so if he can do a fox trot as well as a mambo or a cha cha cha, then watch for him to be up there in the ratings.
Now if Gerard Butler would just donate a little of his lovely mane to the nice looking, but somewhat follically-challenged Cuban actor...
Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
I've watched the show before for two reasons....Christian De La Fuente, Giles Marini and I'm contemplating watching a few of them for contestant William Levy (a fellow Cuban) who I hope can dance as well and come off as sexy as the above mentioned.
It is in his blood so I predict a whole slew of women that normally don't tune in will be watching and, of course, Cheryl Burke's his dance partner....so if he can do a fox trot as well as a mambo or a cha cha cha, then watch for him to be up there in the ratings.
Now if Gerard Butler would just donate a little of his lovely mane to the nice looking, but somewhat follically-challenged Cuban actor...
Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
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