Hey Gorgeous Gals,
Sorry I have been MIA for a couple weeks. I have been playing with the Mayor of Hollywood. Let's call him MOH for short. I had initially met him over St. Patrick's Day weekend. I attended a charity fund raiser for animals and brought my dog as a date. It was a cold and rainy night in March. The event was sparsely attended, but I was excited to have my number one guy with me on a Saturday night, my dog, and I put him in a green wife beater tee. I remember watching MOH circle around me and make lots of eye contact. Finally, he got my number and said he was a producer. When he asked me what I was doing later that night, I said going to an art gallery opening. I didn't hear from him, other than a friend request on face book the next day.
A couple months later, I saw him at an event with Pam Anderson in Hollywood. She was endorsing a new milkshake shop. I was with my brother and MOH was very nice to my brother. He asked me about my acting and said he wanted to shoot a demo reel for me and that was about it. That was in April. Then, in May, I saw him when I was leaving Agape in Culver City. I was with my friend and we were on a spiritual high after a three day silent meditation retreat with Michael Beckwith. He was walking in as I was walking out. And most recently, I was at an Entertainment networking event in West Hollywood at the Sofitel. I was with a new friend, who had to leave unexpectedly early. Of course, I decided to stay.
I was delighted to see a familiar face and I approached MOH's table and proclaimed, "Well, if it isn't the Mayor of Hollywood!"
And to that he responded, "Well, if it isn't Mrs. MOH!"
For the remainder of the evening, he introduced me as his future wife and his fiance. He was an electric evening fraught with so much sexual tension. When we finally left the party and found a quiet corner of the hotel, he sat me on his lap and he kissed me. It was an amazingly intense kiss. I haven't had a kiss like that since 2007. It was a magical evening. He walked me to my car and pushed me against a wall, and kissed me with even more passion. I really never thought I would be kissed that way again, girls. I thought I would have to settle for some schlub. Girls, don't settle. I am so glad I met him organically and not through the Internet. There's something about the Internet that just sterilizes the chemistry. When a man and woman meet and spontaneously just have to kiss, it's called romance and it's just so raw, and the itnernte is so contrived.
So I took him home and we kissed again in the car. He looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes and said, "I know you are the One. I knew it from the moment I saw you on the green carpet."
And then, he cried. No, seriously, I couldn't make this up! So I drop him off and then he emails me, "I miss you Mrs. MOH!"
That Sunday, I visited him on the set of an independent film he was producing. I had to watch him be all over some 20something chick in an S n M outfit. Only in Hollyweird, right? So, I stay for as long as I can bear and then he walks me to my car and kisses me again. He said the famous lines that so many men have said so many times and not followed through on, "I'll call you."
Of course, I didn't hear from him at all that week. So he went from calling me his fiance and crying because he had finally found the One, to not calling. Yes, ladies when a guy really likes us, they go out of their way to play it cool. The stakes are higher and they don't want to risk getting hurt. When they do that, the biggest challenge is to not take it personally and to not go over every phrase you said to figure out what you could have possibly said to turn him off. That is a waste of your precious time, ladies. The bottom line is that they are scared shitless because they are powerless over us and we have the POP, power of the pussy. I saw him the following weekend with my BFF in tow. The sparks were still flying and I hope you will tune in to hear what happened next! Until then...
Be of Good Cheer!
Love,
Goddess Girl
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
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