Do 'ya think I'm sexy?
Flipping the dial on the radio this morning in early-morning traffic, I stumbled across "Monique" & "The Man" chit-chatting on FM Radio, at Jack 10.07.
According to the "Dude", a Rod Stewart fan sashayed up to the Pop Vocalist as he sauntered out of a trendy watering hole last night (?) pining for a signature on a CD set.
"She was pretty. About fortyish," he quipped.
"You know what his fans are like."
Stacked. Stretched into a leopard-skin cocktail dress, perhaps. With a mane of luscious lustrous locks, framing a come hither look. And, intoxicating perfume, sure to charm the jeans off of any stud.
Allegedly, Rod strode by. Blew her off!
Mr. Stewart, if it weren't for fans like that young lady - who thought you were "sexy", no doubt - you'd be just another has-been pop star with big hair and an ego the size of a flaccid di**.
As Don Williams, Jr. once said,
"Fame and riches are fleeting. Stupidity is eternal."