Old-fashioned Courtship preferred...
Last night I slipped into The Abbey for about thirty minutes to check out the scene.
After all, the trendy watering hole on Robertson in West Hollywood is quite the social whirl around 6 p.m. on Sunday evenings.
Good-looking, fashionably-attired patrons are inclined to sip on exotic cocktails, engage in a little cruising, and occasionally shake their booty a bit when an upbeat popular hit strikes up over the powerful loud speakers strategically placed around the artfully-decorated bar.
After chatting up a handful of acquaintances, I sauntered out into the street, homeward bound.
To stay in shape, I usually stroll around the pristine neighborhood on foot - rather than hop in my wheels. After all, burning a few calories here and there, keeps my lean bod in shape!
As I headed up Santa Monica Boulevard, I suddenly spied two handsome young men making a beeline for me.
Or, was it my imagination?
I half-expected that when they neared my position on the sidewalk - that they would skirt to one side - and let me pass. Surprise! Instead, the duo strutted right towards me, and summarily, blocked my path!
Was I going to finally have the opportunity to try out my Karate on real live subjects, at long last?
Finally, when one of the dudes got about "this-close" in my face, his eyes went wide as he stared into my eyes and gushed -
"I want a hug!"
Well, in my youth, public displays of affection (PDA's) were greatly scorned upon. But, what the heck, I was in a good mood.
A fan is a fan, right?
Needless to say, at the back of my mind, I thought the request odd in the bright light of day!
As we hugged for a sec, his friend chimed in, "He wants 'ya".
Sorry, dude! A lone hug would have to suffice.
After all, I'm one of those old-fashioned types.
I prefer to be wined and dined a bit before I'm inclined to jump in the hay!
