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.
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.
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?
My heart line looks a little complicated!