Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered…
As the millennium was about to turn a high rolling actor, after two chaste dates with someone very near and dear to my heart, invited her back East to meet his parents. You know, a girl takes an invitation like that quite seriously. (Although, she might not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer regarding his very gentlemanly demeanor.)
The pair checked into a lovely hotel suite, not far from the actor’s childhood home. It was graced with a living room and a single king sized bed. My friend had visions of the weekend turning into something like that pictured above. Yet, as their last night unfolded and she snuggled up against him – oh so much more than suggestively – he gave her a peck on the forehead and said, “Don’t be silly, dear”
After their return home to Hollywood, and two weeks of radio silence, the actor called and inquired if my friend would accompany him to a premiere. To which she replied… “Don’t be silly, dear”.
Why people do people still engage in this backward rigamarole? Box office. Name me one openly gay American movie star and I’ll show you an actor who isn’t working. Sad… and completely ridiculous… but true.